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Yan Bugui smiled and said, "It's the right time for the head to come. Everyone is in a consistent mood at this time, so you should have a good time."

Everyone can't understand the alchemy path exactly the same, but after achieving it perfection and unobstructed, joy will naturally arise in their hearts.

It is probably because the Buddha picked up flowers and Kashyapa smiled, and he knew it leisurely. He couldn't say it, but it was also known to others.

The restaurant is open by Yan Bugui. He said it would be closed as soon as possible. Besides, he was a little domineering, so he invited Chen Lian to drink this time, so he naturally had a good wine.

The next day, outside Qingxuan Mountain, the wind and clouds surging, lasting for eight days before it stopped. Because it happened outside, it alarmed many overseas monks.

During the fifty years of Qingxuan, there were three cultivators who returned the alchemy by themselves. They were a symbol of the rise of great talents. You should know that after returning the alchemy, you can be called a master and a person who entered the Tao.

Besides, the Taoist sect and cultivators who return the alchemy on their own can achieve hopes that are much greater than those of casual cultivators.

Because although the alchemy emphasizes understanding, it also requires a solid foundation to break through the false and achieve the soul. Otherwise, even if someone with talented people can see through the false, they may be at the end of practicing the soul. The foundation is insufficient and the success will be achieved.

Such things are common.

In fact, it was not easy for the Taoist sect to achieve immortality at first, but the experience of the predecessors, as well as resources, and Taoist techniques, accumulated from generation to generation, became a huge advantage.

Therefore, Qingxuan's key purpose is to cultivate his behavior. There is also a reason for cultivating his mind first, because there is no shortage of resources in the Taoist sect. On the contrary, the Taoist heart is difficult to cultivate.

For example, those who are casual cultivators who have practiced the elixir and do not know how much hardship they have to suffer. After going through hardships and being strong in their minds, they are naturally like Vajra. Anyway, they are prone to problems in their foundation.

Just as ordinary people revolt, there are many heroes leading the way, but in the end there are few successful people because their foundation is not good.

In Qingxuan Hall, Taoists are like clouds, just like the past, and elders and disciples are in the same row.

Chen Lianzheng held the Golden Elixir Code for Yan Wugui. Gold originated from the invincible nature of gold, and elixir is perfect.

Because Chen Lian obtained the sword intent of Chen Jianmei, he did not accept the Dharma intention of Master Yuanqing when he inherited the Taoist tradition of the leader. This is also a reasonable reason.

In the hall, Yan Bugui came in with a sigh and put on Taoist outfit. At first, he practiced Taoism, but now he has to practice Taoism. There are still many fun in the world, and it takes a long life to enjoy it.

When he came to Chen Lian, Yan Bugui knelt down, not because he knelt down Chen Lian, but because he knelt down by the ancestors of Qingxuan in all generations. Without these predecessors, how could these descendants have today?

Drinking water and remembering the source of enlightenment is also to give other disciples an example, and the future is not dark.

Every practitioner can light a lamp, and the predecessors illuminate themselves and those who come to the future.

The immortal touched my head and gave me the immortality.

Chen Lian's heart was neither sad nor happy. He pointed at Yan's fingers and did not return to his eyebrows. The distant and deep magical meaning appeared from the depths of the void. Unlike the first time, Chen Lian seemed to see the depths of the sky and rivers, and a Taoist stood with his hands behind his back. It was a sword energy that ran across the stars and the vast world. All things in the world had to be impressed and trembled by the style of this sword.

The Taoist's eyes were solid, as if he looked towards Chen Lian through the void, as if a sigh was heard, and they all turned into a sentence:

The great way is like the blue sky, and I cannot leave it alone.

The long-lasting emotion extends forever, like loneliness and melancholy.

Chen Lian didn't know whether the other people, even Yan Bugui, heard this, but he was shocked by this sentence. Could it be that the great way he sought was also bound?

He felt that this sentence opened up a new world, but it was difficult to understand and violated past experience in practice, because practice is to seek the Tao, integrate into the Tao, and finally transcend the heaven and earth.

The people in the hall seemed to have no special feeling like him, and Yan Bugui was calm and composed.

Chen Lian withdrew his extended finger and pressed down his doubts.

At this moment, there was a trace of scorching outside, and an invisible rhythm emerged from the heaven and earth, shaking the heart of Tao. The people in the hall felt that Shen Lian had grown up and everyone went out together, and only saw the colorful clouds in the west, divided into five colors, which were beautiful and magnificent.

At the same time, monks from all walks of life all responded to the West.

The Yinshan Mountains were originally dark and the sky was covered with colorful clouds at this time. With a clear sound, many demon soldiers covered their heads when they heard this sound, which was very painful.

Ye Liuyun was on the blood-colored throne, and was covered with blood light, which isolated Qingming.

In the distance, a man stood leisurely on the yellow spring. He was originally confronting Ye Liuyun, but now he has also withdrawn the mysterious light, protected his body, and looked into the sky.

The five-colored light came out from the yang surface of Yinshan Mountain, and there seemed to be thirty-three long rainbows that ran across the void.

The young Venerable Baoyue was on the high pagoda of Jinguang Temple, and she sighed slowly: "The Ming Dynasty has been in danger for many years, but she didn't expect that it would understand the mystery of Zen, and finally escape from the great thousand and leave."

A monk behind him, who looked like Master Hai, said coldly: "Bald, do you mean that I can escape from the vast world by comprehending Zen methods."

Baoyue turned around and smiled and said, "This is not accurate. I think you may not be able to survive a catastrophe."

Mr. Hai had already cut his hair into a monk, but he didn't even realize that he scolded the bald donkey and brought him in, and said, "Anyway, I'm in your Golden Light Temple now. Even if the catastrophe comes, I will still implicate you together."

Baoyue smiled and said, "I am merciful, how can I care about these things? If you pass the disaster, you will naturally achieve the right result. I will not be happy yet."

Mr. Hai snorted, no longer spoke, but just looked at Xikong Changhong, and was stunned.

After all, he still envied this guy for being able to escape from the great thousand and gain freedom.

He thought about why the thief-bad king of the Ming Dynasty didn't lock him in Mingwang Temple, and he would have said that he would have escaped to Daqian today. He became angry again without realizing it, and no one could say about the complex emotions in his heart.

At this time, a middle-aged Confucian scholar in Xuantian Sect was teaching. When he saw Xikong Changhong, he smiled. When he saw the disciples who were listening to the class, he was curious and waited and said, "That's all about today."

After saying that, he walked out leisurely with his hands behind his back. His disciple, who was originally attracted by Western Caixia, looked at his back unconsciously. It seemed that the middle-aged Confucian scholar had a more unspeakable Taoist rhyme, which was better than the five-color Caixia that broke through the vast thousand.

As the saying goes, how high the sky is, I don’t know, it’s probably how it feels.

A middle-aged Confucian scholar outside chanted leisurely: "If you want to seek the supreme law, you cannot get it yourself. The sky is so vast that it is less than me."

The last sentence of the story is long and Song Qingyi is also among the disciples below, thinking to himself: Everyone wants to transcend heaven and earth, but the master thinks heaven and earth are really good to them.

This I am naturally not only a middle-aged Confucian scholar, but also a lot of people.

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