The bamboo leaves turned into powder in a moment and scattered around.
Yun Sheng was not relaxed, because the power of his fist was also shattered.
A piece of bamboo leaf can dissolve the power of his fist?
Yun Sheng's eyes became completely serious.
"It's disrespectful to come and not go back."
The man in green smiled.
In his heart, he actually felt a little regretful.
There is no doubt about the power of these thousand bamboos.
However, his realm is too low and he is far from being able to exert their true power.
But even so, it is more than enough to deal with a Yun Sheng.
The next moment, the man in green calmly stretched out his right hand and raised it slightly.
In an instant, dozens of fallen leaves on the ground all flew up.
Then, the man in green pushed Yun Sheng.
Boo hoo hoo…
All the bamboo leaves immediately shot toward Yun Sheng.
"Yunlai."
Yun Sheng roared, and the billowing clouds were attracted by him, turning into wisps of clouds and colliding fiercely with the bamboo leaves.
But his Yun Qi was no match for Bamboo Leaf and was constantly being torn apart.
"The clouds are gone."
In desperation, Yun Sheng could only open his mouth and exhale a cloud of white mist, which turned into some more powerful clouds.
These clouds are condensed by his own power.
Eventually, he blocked all the bamboo leaves.
But there were dozens of blood marks on his body, and his clothes became tattered and he looked a little embarrassed.
"What is your name?"
Yun Sheng said in a condensed voice.
The man in green looked at the sky.
His identity is to make me real.
From now on he will be me.
When he thought of Laozi, he thought of the Three Saints and Guiguzi.
He is their teacher.
The teacher is the master.
At that moment, the man in green clothes smiled and said: "Master Yamano!"
"Master?"
Yun Sheng took a deep look at the man in green, as if he wanted to remember the latter.
Then, without hesitation, he turned around and left.
He has realized that he is no match for this old man.
Seeing him leave, the man in green didn't stop him.
It’s not that I don’t want to stop it, it’s that I can’t.
This spring is on this mountain and cannot be moved away at all.
Therefore, he was restricted to this mountain and could not go anywhere.
Once he left the mountain, he was just an ordinary distraction for Lin Mu, without much power.
But he didn't pay much attention to this.
He was originally just a clone, but it was incredible to have the power of a saint on this mountain.
From now on, if he and everyone else in the mortal world encounters a catastrophe of life or death, they can take refuge on this mountain.
After a while, he glanced around.
It didn't take long for him to make a decision.
The surrounding bamboos were arranged in an orderly manner, which saved him a lot of trouble.
He used the sixteen bamboos in the middle as the center, supplemented by other scattered bamboo branches and leaves, and combined with the soil created by his magic power to create a bamboo temple.
This bamboo temple will be his residence from now on.
On both sides of the door, he used green soil powder as raw material and wrote the characters "The Tao also deforms, who can know the truth".
above...
He thought for a while and left the bamboo temple nameless without writing.
And this mountain.
He simply didn't bother to name it.
After doing this, he looked at the power of Prajna and sighed: "Now, it's a bit troublesome."
Although Lin Mu, the original deity, left behind the power of Prajna and possessed supreme wisdom, his body, soul and origin were indeed destroyed.
It can be said that there is not much difference between Lin Mu now and those sages in the books who only left behind their ideological inheritance after their death.
Fortunately, I left his clone in advance.
This clone is on this mountain and has the power of a saint.
Otherwise, I will never be able to come back to life again.
Even the saints find it troublesome, let alone others.
How to resurrect this person?
I frowned and thought about it.
Before he could think about it, the power of Prajna sent a thought to him.
After receiving this thought, I's eyes lit up and I exclaimed: "It is indeed the power of Prajna."
The power of Prajna is the incarnation of wisdom, and the best way to come up with it is the best.
It mentions the legend circulating in the world of Sang Palace that Nuwa created humans.
Now that Lin Mu's body has been destroyed, why not use this method to create a new body for Lin Mu.
Nuwa used clay to create humans.
Then what would he use to make Lin Mu's body?
It is a pity that the quantity of green soil is limited, only enough for him, and cannot be used to create a body for Lin Mu, otherwise it would be a very good choice.
"Yellow mud."
At this time, the power of Prajna transmits thoughts again.
"you sure?"
I was surprised.
The so-called yellow mud is the most common soil.
Use such ordinary things to build a new body for Lin Mu?
"Look down on Huang Ni?"
The power of Prajna seemed to smile, "Yellow mud breeds all things, flowers, plants, trees, grains and grains all grow in yellow mud. It is indeed very ordinary, but just like wisdom, the more profound the wisdom, the more hidden it is." The place becomes more normal.”
"There is a great road in the market. Yellow mud is the most common thing in the world, but it is also the most infinite thing. It contains infinite possibilities."
"Other materials, including the cyan soil you value, are indeed extraordinary, but this also means that they have an upper limit. Yellow mud is different. As long as you have enough wisdom, you can shape it into an infinite future."
"Only yellow mud will not restrict the development of wisdom."
After listening to the words of Prajna Power, I sighed with emotion: "It is indeed the ultimate wisdom. I admit that I am convinced by you. These words of yours are far better than those so-called mysterious classics and the supreme method."
Then, I no longer hesitated.
Yellow mud is easy to find and can be found everywhere. He took a ball and started to shape Lin Mu's body.
Not long after, a statue of Lin Mu made of yellow clay appeared.
The power of Prajna did not hesitate, and disappeared into the yellow clay statue with a whoosh.
After a while, the yellow clay statue began to change, becoming more and more vivid.
About three minutes later, Lin Mu's body appeared.
He has yellow skin, no hair, is completely bald, and his eyes are still blind. He looks very strange.
"Meet me."
Lin Mu smiled slightly and saluted me.
"Congratulations, fellow Taoist, for being resurrected."
I handed over.
Hearing this, Lin Mu said: "Have you decided to teach the Tao to others?"
I nodded and said with a smile: "This academy is just an opportunity. It is also time to promote the Tao and let all living beings in the world know the existence of the Tao."
"A person's wisdom is always limited. It should indeed be taught to all living beings and pool their wisdom. Only in this way can the great road be gradually completed and become a power that is not inferior to the Dharma, or even surpasses the Dharma, and can catch up with numbers and spirits."
In this world, cultivation is the main focus, and based on this, we pursue countless or spiritual powers.
Tao, it's still a seedling.
It was originally born in the dark forest and was created by Bai Lingyu.
But even so, no one in the dark forest practices the power of the avenue, because the sects in the dark forest are all occupied by the dark temple, Buddhism, immortals and gods.
There is no soil for the growth of the avenue.
There is also Lin Mu, who received the seeds of the Great Dao. Starting from the "Heart Talisman" of the Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife, he embarked on the road to pursue the Great Dao and created the Mortal Dao.
It can be said that Bai Lingyu just ignited a little spark. If you want to truly spread the Dao and let it have the power of starting a prairie fire, you need to rely on Lin Mu, and you can only rely on Lin Mu.
