A broken bamboo slip, a severely faded stone slab, and a light yellow silk book.

"Brother An, what's the point of getting these three things?" Jing Xiaolou asked.

He had no interest in antiques, but he was very interested in An Qisheng's purpose.

"Brother Jing has any research on Taoism, Confucianism and Buddhism?" An Qisheng asked back with the three things.

"No."

Jing Xiaolou shook his head: "Learning boxing has consumed all my energy, and he can't be distracted anymore. The teacher doesn't agree with me when I get in touch with these things at this time."

"It is right not to learn. Those who practice Confucianism are restrained, those who practice the elderly are crazy, and those who study Buddhism are narrow-minded, and those who do not seek much understanding will be harmful and useless."

Walking out of the warehouse and hearing An Qisheng's words, Su Jie nodded slightly.

This sentence by Zen Master Hongjue is naturally not to belittle the Three Ways, but to say that it is difficult for most people to understand thoroughly and deeply, but it is harmful.

When listening to Confucian etiquette and law, he was obsessed with etiquette and law. When he saw Lao Tzu's natural inaction, he really did nothing. When he heard that Buddhism focused on cause and effect, he became hypocritical.

Many people know this principle, but not everyone can break out of the spirit of the sages and walk out of their own world.

"What will Mr. An do next?"

Su Jie was a little curious.

An Qisheng held the three things and walked towards the pavilion in the middle of the lake step by step: "After picking up the book, I will naturally have to read it."

Reading a book?

Jing Xiaolou and Su Jie were both a little stunned.

The Internet is so developed nowadays, with all kinds of information available, so why do you have to travel here to read books?

Looking at An Qisheng sitting cross-legged under the afterglow of the sunset,

The two were curious, but they did not disturb An Qisheng.

After a while, I turned around and left.

Behind the two of them, in the pavilion in the middle of the lake, An Qisheng put down the other two objects and gently pressed his palm on the only word left on the broken stone tablet.

That word is - Tao.

Buzz ~

The moment his palm pressed on the stone tablet, An Qisheng's eyes buzzed and buzzed, and it was like water flowing light.

In just a moment, the world was peeled off again in An Qisheng's eyes.

The wind against the current and the clouds returning from the dimness to the bright sunset...

Time is countercurrent.

Compared to the shock when I first met, An Qisheng was already much calmer at this time, but he felt the time against the current, everything was spinning rapidly, and only the world that he did not move.

He was still moved.

He can feel the vicissitudes of history and the spirit of the writer through the media, but he cannot achieve the level of almost going against time and space like the "Daoyitu".

He felt quietly.

He saw the arrival of the "Gate of Alien", saw the shocking sting of the Wang Quan Sword, saw the disappearance of Mu Feng, and saw Tongzhengyang who climbed the Gulf of Taiguo, and the disappearing statue of the goddess...

One year, two years, one hundred years, five hundred years...

Time flies, and it is very fast to go on, but at this time the countercurrent is faster. It seems that thousands of years have passed since the blink of an eye. An Qisheng seemed to have just blinked.

When I opened my eyes again, I saw another world.

.....

The mountains are stretched, the plants are green, the birds are flying in the sky, the white clouds are rolling, and the world is as beautiful as a painting.

Huh ~

The wind blows, and the wild grass passes by, An Qisheng stands in the wind-blown grass waves, her eyes as deep as the sea.

The dream contained in one word is already so magnificent, with mountains, rivers and mountains all over it, as if you are traveling back to the past.

It can be seen how powerful the spirit of the imprint on it is.

"call!"

An Qisheng stood in the sea of ​​grass and took a deep breath. The wind was howling around him, and the invisible airflow brought him countless information.

In a moment, he could already feel the deep pain of this land.

The war that has lasted for many years is deeply imprinted in this world.

The Zhou Dynasty declined, and the princes did not go to court, but instead occupied themselves, fought against each other, and competed for the Nine Cauldrons, staged legends that were still remembered for thousands of years in later generations.

Heroes, heroes, heroes, famous ministers, famous generals, beauties...

This is the time when the great mystery is the most brilliant, and many schools and theories have been born on this war-torn land.

Later generations called it all the various schools of thought!

Countless allusions in legends appeared in his heart, causing a ripple.

He walked between the grassland and walked towards the beautiful mountain in the distance. Later generations, this mountain was also known as Zhongnan Mountain.

There are many legends in Zhongnan since ancient times.

There are many legends of immortals and alchemists living in seclusion here.

Of course, it's just a legend.

Huh ~

Between the mountains and forests, wild beasts were chasing, roaring, and bloody hunting was staged in this sparsely populated mountains and rivers.

An Qisheng did not take the initiative to look for the founder of Taoist theory.

Instead, I was waiting quietly outside Zhongnan Mountain.

His waiting did not last long, the sky was slightly dim, and in the light of the setting sun, he saw the person he was waiting for.

It was a ox cart.

A middle-aged man with a slender figure and elegant appearance came slowly with his ox cart. Above the ox cart, an old man with white hair, white eyebrows and long beard sat cross-legged quietly, his eyes half open and half closed.
Chapter completed!