Leaving Menglu City, walking through the woods and ravines, passing Wangtian Gate, you arrive at the Holy Land.
East of Pyongyang is thousands of miles of fertile fields, dotted with lakes, hundreds of sails competing for water, and farmers working in the fields, which is peaceful and leisurely.
The sky is clear, the wind and smoke are pleasant, and a delicate and dustless aura flows slowly.
Young ladies are embroidering under the shade of willows, tourists are getting drunk on the street, and a group of children are playing near the green tiles and red walls, and occasionally a few familiar poems will pop out. It is such a prosperous place, rich and gentle!
In an era without war, three meals a day was just the simplest happiness. People lived and worked in peace and contentment, and nothing seemed to disturb them from enjoying freedom and peace.
Everyone was relaxed and fascinated when they saw it, and Du Ruozhou said in a manly voice: "The desert is quiet and peaceful, and I am content with doing nothing."
Susha Qingying tilted her head and said: "While coveting the desires of food and drink, while advocating for purity and indifference, is it a wise mind and a clever tongue? Or a clever tongue?"
Du Ruozhou Heshi said: "After wine and meat passed through the intestines, it stayed in the heart of the Buddha. What the Buddha said is similar to what Du said."
Yu Lu joked: "Junior brother actually knows the secrets of Buddhism and the essence of Taoism. Could it be that the fair-weather monk in his previous life was reincarnated into a fake Taoist priest in this life..."
Qu Yuyi had just broken off a willow branch and couldn't help laughing when he heard this. He looked back and said with a smile: "The sea of suffering is boundless, but turning back is the shore."
This smile is like a flash in the pan in the eternal night, the shorter it is, the more amazing it is.
Du Ruozhou's heart was already in a panic, his face was filled with inexplicable happiness, and he said stupidly: "Um... oh... junior sister is really funny..."
Qu Yuyi's cheeks turned red, and he rubbed the corners of his clothes unexpectedly, his expression full of shame and panic.
As Susha Qingying covered her mouth and snickered, she caught a glimpse of Yu Lu quietly wiping the cold sweat that had not yet flowed out from his temples.
Yan Ci joked: "Once upon a time, there was a mountain, and there was a temple on the mountain. There was a young monk in the temple. The young monk had a small wooden fish. He knocked every day, and he didn't know what he was knocking on."
Du Ruozhou said: "Knock a ghost!"
Yan Ci held back his laughter and said: "One day, the young monk moved his ordinary mind and asked the Buddha: What is wine? The Buddha said: It is a thing that disturbs nature. One day later, the young monk was moved and asked: What is meat? The Buddha said: It is a thing that does evil. . The young monk was thoughtful. After a few days, the young monk asked again: What is the color of women? The Buddha said: Impure things. The young monk had many doubts and finally failed to become a Buddha. In the next life, the young monk was reincarnated as a little Taoist boy and asked : What is wine? Tao said: a thing that nourishes the body. He asked again: What is meat? Tao said: a thing that nourishes the body. The young monk was in a trance, and asked again: What is female sex? Tao said: The source of life. The young monk was confused and mediocre. He could not understand the Tao in his lifetime, and when he was dying, he lamented: The Buddha is not a Buddha, and the Tao is not the Tao. The mountains are always there, but the Dharma is different. This body is burdened by the Buddha's Tao!"
When Du Ruozhou heard this, he kicked him and scolded with a smile: "You little bastard, how dare you set me up!"
Yan Ci dodged away and said: "It's a good allusion, but you can't miss the love."
Others smiled, but if you think about it carefully, you will gain a lot. If you can keep your mind upright, you don't have to try all kinds of methods.
The same goal leads to different paths, the same goal leads to hundreds of concerns, everything in the world is like this!
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Xilinbi is far away from Wangtianmen and is the first city to enter Dongmei.
This city is magnificent and built on the Beishan Mountain. Its shape and layout are quite unique.
The streets in the city are criss-crossed for dozens of miles, and the city is crowded with people, merchants, and all three religions and nine streams.
Passing through the long street bustling with music and singing, looking north out of the city, we embarked on a straight road leading to the outskirts of the city.
The straight road is flat and wide, with lush trees on both sides, enough to accommodate several carriages galloping side by side.
Climbing a long slope of ten miles, a city appears among the cascading green peaks, named Xilinfang. Only cultivators are allowed to enter and exit.
The city wall is high, like a green ribbon in the clouds and mountains. On the top of the North Mountain, a hanging spring pours down, spraying beads and splashing jade, and filling the clouds with mist.
Seeing the haze floating outside the city, my feet felt light.
The city lord Pan Shenglin is a nobleman from Tianhuang who is idle at home. He has inherited the royal title in the secular world and has extremely high standards of etiquette. He is also a guest elder who is treated with great courtesy by the Huaqing Sect. Because of his respected status, all the monks who come and go here come to see him.
Standing high in this city, overlooking the walls of the West Forest, where all the sentient beings are struggling to make ends meet, while he enjoys the wealth and splendor he was born with. This is probably Pan Shenglin's happiest thing.
The city guards all have advanced levels of cultivation in Xuanzhao. Because they are flattered by others on weekdays, they show a bit of arrogance in dealing with people. They seem to have forgotten that they are just gatekeepers.
It seems to be a common problem for all villains in the world to follow the trend and sit in a well and look at the sky. Either the owner is negligent in management, or he is too informal.
When beating a dog, it depends on the owner. It is not easy for the monks to care about coming and going, so they all received the jade tokens and wanted to enter the city.
At this moment, I suddenly saw a lame old Taoist with a shaggy head staggering towards the base of the city wall, wearing cloud shoes.
The Taoist was slovenly and with a skinny face. He was holding a wine flask in his hand, but he had already drank all the wine and after shaking it for a long time, there was still no drop left.
The old Taoist blinked his dry eyes, snorted hard twice, and said with a sad face: "Damn it, I can't bear to drink this wine! I'm afraid I've been deceived by the old man who sells wine."
Of course, when the wine was gone, he had to find a place to buy it. When he walked to the city gate, he suddenly smelled the strong aroma of wine. He immediately forgot about it, turned around and walked in happily.
There were many people walking by at the door, all of them monks who had gone to Touxilinfang to rest and gather. They were all dumbfounded when they saw this.
Not even a trace of spiritual power has escaped from the old Taoist body, and judging from his words and deeds, it seems that he is not a cultivator.
Even though some monks with advanced Taoist skills can use hidden magical powers to avoid people's eyes and ears, there are definitely traces on the soul measuring board held by the city gate guard. Furthermore, no one has ever heard of such a famous Taoist being so unkempt in the world.
The city gate guard was still undecided at first. He checked the soul board many times and found nothing out of the ordinary, so he determined that this was a confused intruder, so he shouted: "In this important place in the city, no intruders are allowed!"
The old Taoist felt confused and asked casually: "Why?"
One of the monks laughed and scolded: "Ignorant old man is still asking questions, so go quickly, lest others chase you away."
The old Taoist was stunned and said with an apologetic smile: "My little friend, why do you need to hurt others with your words? People all over the world follow the same path, but the old Taoist just wants to go to the city and have a drink."
The monk waved his hand and said, "Go, go, it's none of my business!"
The old Taoist had an illegible appearance, but he was very considerate in his ability to treat others with kindness. Instead of making trouble, he asked in a gentle tone: "Is it because the city is not peaceful?"
The monk was extremely impatient and scolded: "It's none of your business!"
In the eyes of this person, there are only two things in the world, one is none of my business and the other is none of your business.
Such a cold and unhuman attitude attracted everyone's attention. The clay figurine also has a certain earthy nature. The old Taoist's anger suddenly broke out, and once it broke out, no one could hold it back.
A violent spiritual pressure shot up into the sky, transforming into a golden monster and entering the city in a flash.
Suddenly, I saw a golden shadow flash in front of my eyes, and suddenly exploded. The golden sky was romantic, and the wall tiles all over the sky were like popcorn coming out of the oven, and they were blown to pieces in an instant.
boom! The deafening explosion reached the ears at this moment, shocking the monks out of their bodies.
Infancy stage! This inconspicuous old Taoist turned out to be a secretive Yin Transformation monk!
A large section of the city wall completely disappeared, but no one was injured. The turbulent golden wave passed by, and the power of the explosion did not affect anyone.
This person's aura is so restrained that it is difficult to even detect it on a soul board. He must have practiced some kind of magical power that is good at concealment.
In addition, he controls his magic power from his heart and can control it so accurately after casting. He is definitely an extremely rare existence among the Yingying monks!
The old Taoist was calm and composed, let alone knocking down a door, as if overturning a city was the real shit.
A group of cultivators were dumbfounded, and suddenly they heard the sound of cranes croaking in the city, which became clearer and more melodious.
Looking into the distance, a seven-crane chariot carved with gold and greenery is slowly rising. The chariot is dotted with green leaves and peach blossoms, and the surrounding glow is dense and auspicious.
The world is suddenly filled with a rich and domineering charm! City Lord Pan Shenglin's traveling carriage was actually pulled by seven-headed cranes and made of peach wood that absorbed the essence of the stars.
Cranes chirped in the sky, flying snow flew on their wings, and the treasure chariot came dragging a rainbow-like rain of peach blossoms.
Afterwards, several figures gathered around, like flying giants, and suddenly crossed the boundary of several miles and stood before everyone's eyes.
Sitting on the chariot was a handsome and majestic middle-aged monk who looked like a dragon or a tiger.
His black hair was disheveled, his black robe was fluttering, his broad mouth was covered with a short beard, and his cold and sharp eyes above his eagle nose showed contempt for all living beings.
"Everything is within, everything is done outside." Pan Sheng was born and enjoyed the blessings of the heavens, walking the path of king and domination!
He can see through the old Taoist cultivation at a glance, but no one has dared to cause trouble outside Xilinfang for a hundred years, no one is exception!
Pan Shenglin carelessly caressed the cold light ring embedded at the end of his finger, and asked: "The visitor is a guest, and the guest does as he pleases. Is this a way for fellow Taoist to deceive no one in my sect?"
This person does not care about right and wrong, and it is self-evident that he favors the city guards.
The old Taoist seemed to be an ascetic monk who lived in seclusion in the mountains. He rarely walked in the world of mortals, so he was completely unaware of the rules of Xilinfang.
When he saw Pan Shenglin and the digital infant monks coming in full force, he could vaguely guess some of the reasons, but that was not his interest.
His mind turned with his thoughts, and the spiritual pressure around his body rose again. The strong and unyielding energy was like several copper and iron walls moving outward, and the soul measuring plate whined.
The onlookers all turned pale, and some people exclaimed: "The Great Perfection Cultivator of Transforming Infants!"
Pan Shenglin's expression condensed. The old Taoist's cultivation was on par with his own, but the golden Tai Chi pattern faintly emerging in his energy showed that he was a great monk with both attack and defense.
The Taoist changed his skinny appearance, and a trace of divine light bloomed on the surface and inside of his skin, and he said with high spirits: "The old Taoist has always been ignorant, and today I met a Taoist friend by chance and we can have a discussion, and we hope to achieve success." After saying this, he looked worried about gains and losses, and looked at It seems like it is unbearable.
Only by knowing yourself and the enemy can you win every battle. Unfortunately, Pan Shenglin had never heard of this person. He didn't want to make a personal grudge about it, but the more ignorant the Taoist was, the more angry he became.
The overlord is brave and courageous, not to mention occupying the right time, place and people, so why not fight with him!
Pan Shenglin was full of pride and said calmly: "The Lord follows the guest's wishes, and I will accompany you."
The old Taoist was so happy that he was just about to show off his skills. Suddenly, the sound of a flute floated in his ears.
The sound of the flute is gentle and ethereal, lingering with endless emotions and concerns.
Everyone was in a trance and looked at the sound, only to see a tall figure on the top of the distant mountain holding a flute and playing horizontally. The clouds of smoke rolled under his feet. No matter how strong their eyesight was, they could not clearly see his true appearance.
The sound of the flute gradually became more rapid, and each clear note collided in the mountains, drifting and flowing, full of a sad feeling of separation.
The old Taoist shook his head and sighed, then suddenly flew into the air and left side by side with the man without saying goodbye.
An unspeakable emotion surged in the scene. After a long time, Pan Shenglin looked away and said coldly: "As soon as this gate is guarded, all of them will be killed with sticks." After saying that, he drove the chariot back to the city, leaving only a wailing sound. .
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