Floating as if left behind in the world, becoming an immortal.
There are such people in the world, who seem to be able to hold the sun and moon in their hands and pick the stars.
The crowd stopped flowing and fell into a dead silence.
In the dark, Jimo Wushuang quietly mobilized the power of the Divine Cultural Museum to build momentum.
In the void, pure white mist is revealed, floating like brocade tassels, stars, sun and moon suddenly appear, and the three lights intertwine and shine together.
At the same time, Lin Ming transformed into Mr. Remember, sitting upright in the boat, with a gauze curtain in front of him.
He stirred the divine inscriptions all over his body, and a divine inscription bloomed into a vision. These visions in turn constructed a word "Tao" in the hazy state.
Lin Ming was a little surprised. What happened to this word Dao?
He did not take the initiative to outline the traces of the word Tao, but when all the visions were combined, it was vaguely the word Tao, but this word was not complete yet.
There are many experts standing on the eight viewing platforms of Shenwen Ba Yuan. They are different from the young monks around them. The latter were greatly shocked, speechless and stood there blankly. The former were looking at the doorway.
When Mr. Inscription arrives, the sun, moon and stars shine together, and they can only become his background.
The extraordinary sight is shocking, but just like that, the old foxes will definitely suspect that this is a scam.
It is precisely that imperfect trace of the word Tao that makes up for everything.
"How powerful this must be. It actually involves the divine text of Tao. He seems to have completed one third of it."
"Throughout the ages, how many heroes and heroes have tried to condense the Tao characters and divine inscriptions but have been unable to do so. Today, I can actually see Mr. Ming Ji displaying the foundation of his cultivation. With just one glance, this trip is worthwhile!"
"I remember that Mr. Ming's mind is as broad as the sea of stars, yet he allows us to observe him. Isn't this the foundation of Taoism and the door to the wonderful Dharma?"
"This is the only way to see the "Tao". The young generation who are destined to gather here today will have limitless achievements in the future."
"Regret! I wish I was born thousands of years later. I hate why I am not a little kid who has just entered the threshold of spiritual practice."
“In this sermon, the message is revealed without preaching!!!”
Changqing Taoist boy looked up to the sky and sighed. He was trapped in the eighth realm for a hundred thousand years. His cultivation level fluctuated, and he was always on tenterhooks every day, like walking on thin ice.
At this moment, when he saw the word "Tao", the fog in his heart seemed to be temporarily dispersed, and he saw the way of practice that he had been searching for.
With tears in his eyes, Taoist Chang Qing knelt down and bowed respectfully.
"This bow is to thank Mr. Mingji for his enlightenment. This bow is to honor the first appearance of the Taoist divine text in the world. This bow is also to pay homage to me who was confused and could not get the answer."
Next to him, the blue jade monk who broke the precepts stood motionless with his hands clasped together, like a majestic mountain.
"Amitabha, the answer I am looking for is in the missing word Tao. What a pity!"
The mad Confucian woman said nothing, her eyes glowed brightly, and she tried her best to see the reality of Mr. Ming Ji.
A mysterious place, beside the Mingyue Shaohua Pond.
Uncle Hei stood with his hands down and bowed slightly, "Princess, the momentum you created is a bit too exaggerated."
Jimo Wushuang smiled sweetly, as if fireworks were blooming in his eyes.
"No, this was not caused by me. The more than a thousand sacred symbols and traces of Tao characters were all caused by my husband."
Hearing this, Aunt Bai, who was about to give some words of persuasion, was stunned. She glanced at Uncle Hei, and they saw the horror in each other's eyes.
Uncle Hei stuttered: "So, the Prince Consort is really the person in the legend?!"
Next to it, there is a round low table and futon on the green grass. Ge Qinghuang and Zhao Wusheng are sitting and drinking tea.
Putting down the tea cup, Ge Qinghuang said: "Uncle Hei's words are not quite right."
"Oh?" Uncle Hei's voice rose, slightly confused.
Ge Qinghuang thought about it and said, "Junior once said that everyone is a legend."
Aunt Bai interjected: "What's the explanation?"
Jimo Wushuang said quietly: "My husband may mean that everyone is fighting for the crossing, just like the fish swimming in the rivers, lakes and seas. In fact, every fish has the possibility of jumping over the dragon's gate."
Zhao Wusheng held the teacup, took a sip, and squinted.
Jimo Wushuang... is really awesome.
Although he and Mingdi didn't meet the Human Emperor's shadow together, they seemed to know what Mingdi said and thought at that time.
Is this a magical power unique to the Celestial Clan?
If I could learn how to do this, I wouldn’t have failed so many blind dates in the past.
Shaking his head, Zhao Wusheng secretly spat: "What's even more terrifying is that she even shamelessly calls Mingdi her husband. She is really a powerful enemy!"
Pulling Ge Qinghuang's sleeves, Zhao Wusheng whispered: "How about the two of us first make one plus one greater than two, making Mingdi fall completely to you and me, and then divide the 'loot'?"
Ge Qinghuang rolled his eyes and raised his hand to tip the tea cup held by Zhao Wusheng.
"You talk a lot, have some tea!"
At this time, the curtain hanging on the white jade bamboo boat fluttered gently in the wind, remembering that Mr. Ming showed his true face.
He was dressed in plain white, with hair hanging down his shoulders, and a gentle smile on his elegant and handsome face.
On the Zhenziyuan Observation Deck, Lady Taoyao's peach blossom eyes bloomed with love, and a rain of peach blossom petals fell out of thin air around her body.
Looking at Mr. Mingji's face, she couldn't help but feel a little crazy, and murmured: "This is a man!"
Lao Shui stood beside him, his mouth twitching and shaking his head silently. What nonsense did this bitch say? It was as if there was only one man in the world.
Suddenly, Lady Taoyao sent a message: "Have you ever thought that Mr. Lin Ming and Mr. Mingji are very similar? They are probably the same person, right?"
Lao Shui frowned and waved his hand, "What are you thinking about? The cultivation levels of Mr. Lin Ming and Mr. Ming Ji are very different. Even if this thing can be disguised, what about the sermon later? Without the understanding of the great road, how can you explain it? ?”
Lady Taoyao hummed and agreed as if talking to herself: "You are right. Mr. Lin Ming is Mr. Lin Ming. Mr. Ming Ji is his master. The master teaches his disciples by words and deeds. It is normal for the two to have similar temperaments."
Next to me, someone said unhappily: "Seniors, can you please be quiet?"
"That's right, stop talking. Mr. Ming Ji walked to the bow of the white jade bamboo boat and is about to start preaching!"
"Even so, the senior masters must abide by the order. They are all waiting for a lecture, and they are not here to listen to the gossips of you two elders."
Lao Shui put his index finger to his lips and nodded apologetically to the people around him.
Madam Tao Yao had veins popping on her forehead and she gave the "young man" who mentioned the old name a sharp look.
The "young man" has gray hair and a face full of grooves, but his cultivation level is only at the fourth level. It is obvious that his talent is not very good.
Sisters are magnanimous and not as knowledgeable as this man... Lady Taoyao shook her head and looked away.
Lin Ming stood on the bow of the ship, overlooking everyone. He held a cup of tea in his hand and took a sip to soothe his throat.
At this time, the discussion in the mysterious place came.
The first thing that sounded in his heart was Aunt Bai's worry: "The prince-in-law's sermon later will not be empty. It must be meaningful, otherwise the old guys below will go berserk. It's not a joke." .”
Immediately afterwards, Uncle Hei's voice sounded: "Actually, your performance just now was completely unexpected, especially that half-virtual and half-real shadow with the word Tao. In fact, it was placed here for them to observe for several days and nights. It’s also a kind of silent preaching.”
"This statement makes some sense, but other people are easy to fool. The arrogant Confucian woman seems to be a bit special in practicing Kung Fu, so she has always been skeptical of her husband's role as Mr. Ming Ji. If she is not preachy and just leaves her alone, she will definitely... Something went terribly wrong.”
Hearing this, Lin Ming responded from the bottom of his heart: "You are too worried. If it comes to other things, I may not be sure yet, but I am absolutely sure of this sermon."
"Why does the Prince Consort have such information?!" Uncle Hei said.
Lin Ming did not answer, but said: "I am going to officially start preaching. After listening, you will know for yourself."
As he spoke, he closed his eyes and recalled in his mind the many classics he had recited in his previous life, looking for the "Tao Te Ching" that has been passed down throughout the ages and praised by countless experts.
This book contains eighty-one chapters and five thousand words. It contains infinite wisdom and is one of the core ideas of Taoism.
Rumor has it that when I left Hangu Pass in the west, I was blocked by Yin Xi. I thought of destiny and left the entire Tao Te Ching in just a few days.
In later generations, countless people have gained wisdom from it, and even in such an era of Dharma-end where it is impossible to practice, many people have sought the true meaning of life from it.
Lin Ming closed his eyes and said nothing, recalling rapidly in his mind.
There was silence on the eight observation decks.
Everyone knew that Mr. Mingji was feeling emotional and the sermon was about to begin.
The next second, Lin Ming opened his eyes and pointed his sword hand at the sky.
After a moment of silence, the void in the sky suddenly tore open, and the dark night separated from the middle and rolled away to both sides.
The white in the middle part slowly unfolds, turning into a huge pure white curtain.
Lin Ming said loudly: "The Tao can be Tao, but it is not Tao; the name can be named, but it is not named. The nameless beginning of heaven and earth, the name of the mother of all things. Therefore, there is always no desire to observe its wonders, and there is always desire to observe its beauty. These two came from the same place. Although it has different names, it is also called the mysterious, and the mysterious is mysterious again, which is the door to all mysteries."
As soon as this sentence came out, the spirit of the fairy formed words, floating with a faint golden light, falling on the pure white "curtain" in the sky.
Everyone looked up at the sky, suddenly feeling like they were looking up at the mountains.
They subconsciously narrowed their eyes and kept replaying Mr. Ji's voice in their minds.
At this time, some people with insufficient cultivation mingled among the crowd and said:
"What Mr. Mingji said is too brilliant. Does any of the bosses understand it? Can you explain it to me?"
Many experts around him did not answer immediately, but looked at the white jade bamboo boat.
Lin Ming kept in mind the mystery and aloofness that the gentleman should have, and nodded his head in a subtle way, indicating that everyone could speak freely.
"I have something to say, and I dare to tell you all. If there are any mistakes or omissions in what I said, please remember to correct me."
Among the crowd, an ordinary fifth-level man who seemed to be middle-aged suddenly burst into life, and turned out to be another hidden powerhouse of the Creation Realm.
He was very lucky and looked at Mr. Mingji, eager to attract Mr. Mingji's attention, so he became the first person to eat crabs.
The middle-aged man bowed and straightened up, then transformed into his original appearance - a white-haired old Taoist with two snow-white eyebrows connected into a straight line.
"I, Taoist Yimei, would like to give you my preliminary insights."
After a brief pause, he said: "Tao, what can be said, is not the eternal road. This should be the outline of the Tao taught by Mr. Ming Ji."
At this time, Chang Qing Taoist sneered and said: "Absurd, I think Mr.'s words should be broken into sentences, which should be Tao Ke, Tao is very Tao. In this way, the word "Chang" can be understood as the word "Heng", which forms another layer of meaning. This is the operation of Tao. There is no permanent principle and it is changing all the time. This layer of endless changes is the truly unchanging law, and it is also the Tao that we need to master."
There was a conflict in the understanding between the two experts, which instantly confused the practitioners around them who did not have enough realm or high understanding.
"Here, it seems like both sides are very reasonable."
"Yes, if the Tao can really be said, it cannot be the eternal Tao. Only practitioners like you and me can better understand how subtle the Tao is. If it can be explained simply, then How can a strong man in the world be so troubled?"
"Bah, bah, bah, if you can't say it, then do you still need to continue after Mr. Mingji said the first two sentences? Isn't this the logic of sealing his own words?"
The blue jade monk who broke the precept said, "From what I see, there is actually a third level of meaning, or even a fourth level of meaning, or infinite meanings contained in it. Your hearts are really too eager, and you haven't seen what Mr. Ming Ji said. Don’t you think you are too arrogant if you dare to judge the follow-up of the Tao just based on the opening chapter?!"
There is a special vibration in his voice, which creates an enlightening effect.
Those around who had insufficient cultivation repented, but those who argued out loud were ashamed.
However, the older generation of experts did not look down on him at all and continued to discuss.
The young people around saw this and gradually joined in.
The corner of the blue jade monk's mouth twitched, but he did not dare to get angry because Mr. Ming Ji was still sitting quietly on the bow of the boat, seemingly deliberately giving everyone a chance to discuss.
In the next quarter of an hour, most people, from the younger generation to the older generation, were involved in this discussion.
At the edge, the mad Confucian woman repeatedly recited the passage written on the white "curtain", the light in her eyes was like a candle, flickering on and off.
She was already a little impressed, but also a little arrogant.
After struggling for a moment, the mad Confucian woman let out a breath of turbid air.
"These opening words are like the voice of the great road, and they seem worth listening to."
"Maybe this Mr. Remember is not a good guy."
"When people don't come out to meet people, maybe they are not hiding their heads and tail, but they are looking down at the world indifferently."
Thinking of this, the mad Confucian woman straightened her posture with sincerity, straightened her clothes slightly, and then stood in silence with her hands lowered, waiting for the next content.
However, the people around him were extremely noisy and what they said became increasingly strange.
Lao Shui glanced around, swallowed his saliva, and whispered: "These people are incredible. They derived so much meaning from the few words Mr. Mingji said."
Next to her, Lady Taoyao nodded and sighed in agreement.
"Yes, this is really unbelievable. I have been practicing for many years and have listened to many sermons from experts, but I have never seen such a formation."
As she spoke, she pointed her finger around. Over there, an old man with advanced cultivation was arguing with a young and beautiful girl, but the girl's cultivation was obviously only at the physical training stage.
This scene was so natural that neither the girl nor the old man felt anything was wrong.
"Before the revelation of the Tao, everyone is equal. Such joy and desire to discuss with others... How majestic it must be!"
Changqing Taoist boy looked up at the white jade bamboo boat and saw Mr. Mingji sitting on the bow, drinking tea quietly, without any hint of impatience on his face.
The blue jade monk who broke the precepts sighed with emotion: "He is truly a peerless master! His magnanimity is far inferior to that of ours."
Chang Qing Taoist nodded in response: "It is true that the mountains are high, but you can still feel the long-lost worldly atmosphere from the surroundings."
"That's right!"
The blue jade monk who broke the precepts looked excited, and the human skull rosary around his neck floated and rotated continuously. After forcing himself to calm down, he continued:
"The young monk is imprisoned in his body and has never been able to escape. This body of sin and bad karma is entangled all over his body. He just wants to find a way to find peace of mind. For many years, he has never been able to achieve his wish, but after listening to the opening words of Mr. Ming Ji, he seems to have already thought about it. What I realize is that...it’s just a layer of difference to see flowers in the mist, it’s not real!”
Taoist Chang Qing smiled with understanding and a serious look on his face, "Then we'd better ask Mr. Ming Ji to continue talking."
The blue jade monk who broke the precepts agreed: "That's right, I have to ask Mr. Ming Ji to continue talking."
