Chen Lian suddenly developed a kind of enlightenment. Taiwei Pavilion is the foundation of Qingxuan, which contains Qingxuan's exploration of Tao from generation to generation and various cultivation experiences. This is the greatest treasure of the Taoist sect.

No wonder this Taizu stayed in Taiwei Pavilion all the time.

After he inherited the sect, among the information he learned, when Zhang Ruoxu succeeded to the sect, Qingxuan had three real people in Changsheng, which was not rare. As for the other teachers and commanders who had achieved immortality in the past ten thousand years, most of them failed to survive the three great disasters and return to the cycle of reincarnation in heaven and earth.

Only a very small number of people eventually escaped and left, cut off the involvement with this world, and gained freedom.

The old Taoist priest who had been mistakenly thinking that he was the elder in the sect before Chen Lian was still on the first floor of Taiwei Pavilion. The wrinkles on his forehead were like runes, and they were like traces left by the silent years.

Time flies, time passes by, and the power of time is not something that can be easily resisted by any force.

But Chen Lian knew in his heart that the wrinkles on the old Taoist priest were not simply carved by time and years, but there was another reason.

In front of Taiwei Pavilion, there is a relaxed and soft grass. As soon as you step into the pavilion, there is a hard floor.

Although the grass is soft, it is reborn every year, and the floor is solid, it is gradually decaying, just because in the immortal gate, the speed of this decay is not fast and surprisingly slow.

The old Taoist priest was originally blinded, but when Shen Lian stepped into the pavilion, he opened his eyes.

This glance made Chen Lian unable to move his eyes.

He suddenly realized that he was no longer in Taiwei Pavilion, but had become an ugly caterpillar, lying on the leaves, gnawing on the tender green leaves. The leaves were tender and watery, which made him feel very comfortable to eat.

Every time he bites the leaves, he obtains its juice and flesh, it is digested into the energy he needs, making him grow day by day. Of course, relying on leaves for a living is not peaceful. He has many similar people around him, either because of wind and rain, because of natural enemies, or infection with some bacteria, and eventually die.

If limbs are left, they fall into the soil and finally turn into nutrients, and are re-absorbed by the attached tree, and its extended roots are absorbed to produce new branches and leaves.

Chen Lian looked at all this silently. He was lucky, avoided many disasters, and lived for a long time. Of course, this so-called long time is relative to the rest of his kind.

In essence, there is not much difference between him and the mayfly who live and die in the morning and the summer insects who cannot speak of ice.

In fact, he has never seen winter or snow.

As he grew up day by day, he seemed to have forgotten many things. As a memory of Shenlian, the experience that made the caterpillar's fragile head unbearable was gradually rejected.

Gradually, he only had the instinct of life left, and was constantly gnawing on the leaves to maintain his life.

Until a certain moment, he gradually felt his body becoming heavy and his limbs were weak. He also found that some similar people were lying quietly on a branch, no longer moving, and began to spit white silk in their mouths, allowing the white silk to wrap themselves up.

This situation also occurred in Chen Lian. The white silk was the leaves he ate in the past, as well as some special structures in his body.

He suddenly remembered an idiom and tied himself up. But at this time, he had forgotten his personal memory and no longer understood what this meant.

The white silk became more and more, wrapping the entire caterpillar's body. In the end, he seemed to fall into a quiet and dark situation. He could not hear the sound and could not move.

You can't breathe, and you can't find new food to replenish energy.

If he continues like this, he will die soon. He is not very clear about the meaning of death. He just thinks of "death", and his heart is filled with horror.

That horror could drive him crazy.

There is great horror between life and death, and after the great horror, there is great freedom. The first half of the sentence is said by a sage, and the second half is his expectation.

The more death he faces, the more things appear in his heart, the memories of being a human being, the memories of being a fish swimming in the river, the memories of flying birds in the sky, and the memories of being raised by humans.

These all kinds of things surround him like white silk outside the body.

He didn't understand, but he knew.

It was like a flash of lightning passing through his mind, and he was already confused. Only a belief in his heart has never disappeared, that is, he must live, and only when he is alive can he have everything.

This instinct of survival runs through the entire life.

He was squirming hard, because the unyielding desire seemed to have an unspeakable change. His body began to change, with more inexplicable potential. The cocoon made of white silk is not unbreakable. As long as he tear opens the white silk, he can gain rebirth and freedom.

Driven by instinct, he tried all his strength.

Just as he was making all his efforts to break out of the cocoon, the world in front of him changed again, and he was still in Taiwei Pavilion.

His eyes were a little confused, and then he quickly returned to Qingming.

But deep down, there is always a feeling that is still unfulfilled, which is the regret of not being able to break out of the cocoon and become a butterfly.

"Are you a caterpillar or Shen Lian?" A clear voice rang out in Taiwei Pavilion.

It turned out that the old Taoist priest could speak, but he had never spoken before. Shen Lian thought he was practicing kung fu like meditation.

Shen Lian pondered for a moment and said, "Neither the caterpillar nor Shen Lian 'me'."

The old Taoist priest asked again: "What is the white silk spit out by the caterpillar?"

Shen Lian said: "It is the manifestation of falsehood."

The old Taoist priest laughed and said, "Now you are not much better than caterpillars. You can only be beaten to death when you go out. When will you be able to 'bound yourself', come and ask me for advice."

He did not explain the right or wrong of Shen Lian's answer. After saying that, he closed his eyes and stopped talking, like a silent stone statue. If Shen Lian did not look at him, it would be difficult for him to notice his existence.

No, the old Taoist priest is even quieter than a stone statue. If Shen Lian closes his eyes, he can feel the changes in the air flow between heaven and earth, and thus know the special position of the stone statue.

But when he doesn't look at the old Taoist priest, he seems to really not exist in the world.

This state is not comparable to that of caterpillars, and even breaking out of the cocoon, it is far from reaching this state.

Shen Lian knew that the old Taoist priest had been in Qingxuan, but why did he not stop Yanxu's incident, or could not stop it for other reasons.

When the question arose, Shen Lian did not ask, because he knew that if the old Taoist priest was willing to say it, he would definitely tell him. When the old Taoist priest asked him to "bound himself", he would ask him for advice. The meaning was clear, so don't look for him before.

Shen Lian understood that the so-called "self-binding" was actually "delusion". At that time, he was truly qualified to break through the falsehood and attack the way of the earthly immortals.

Continue to walk inside Taiwei Pavilion. Taiwei Pavilion does not have a ladder directly to the second floor, but as long as you have the conditions to go up the second floor, you can naturally enter.

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Chapter completed!