No matter how emotional it is, survival is survival.

Some Ye clans secretly scolded the ancestor for being confused. When he left, they had to fall into fear. Some people thought it would be great not to participate in this matter. Anyway, life will be full of flowers and trees, and they still have some wealth now. If they don’t cause disasters and troubles in this life, they will be able to live a good life.

Even the Martial Saint cannot live forever. Is it easy to live forever in the immortal way?

Some people even resent that the ancestor ignored the overall situation.

Some people secretly admired the ancestor's decision and decided to go up the mountain to listen to the sermon.

Some people were also uneasy and thought of going home quickly to clean up the details and then hiding their names from now on.

Some people were brave enough to be brave and decided to report their ancestors to the court.

The departure of the ancestor of the Ye family made everyone who was noisy make their own decisions.

The ancestor of the Ye family didn't care about these things.

He walked out of the North City, and there was already a green fortune on the small hillside. Compared with the luck of the Golden Peng Dynasty and the Lanke Temple, this was just a green seedling that had not yet grown up.

But no one looked at it and couldn't help but believe that it would be a giant tree that would last for the sky.

The ancestor of the Ye family was the first to arrive at the foot of the mountain.

After all, the court's laws are deeply rooted in people's hearts.

After all, the True Lord of Heavenly Immortal is too far away from all living beings in this world, and the Master of Yinyue in Lanke Temple is the living sacred.

The ghost immortal and the martial saint would kowtow when they saw the master of Dharma.

Only some existences who know the inside story can know what the True Lord’s incarnation represents.

Most people are still ignorant.

Xiaobai's mysterious sound gradually faded. When the ancestor of the Ye family saw a corner of Wuzheng Villa, another sound rang out immediately.

The sound of Tao is quiet.

Suddenly, the ancestor of the Ye family seemed to dream of returning to the Qingyang Realm.

He seemed to see the Taoist temple among the ancient trees in the deep mountains, and the sound of the Taoist temple was like the evening drums and morning bells of the ancient temple for thousands of years, washing away the dust and dirt of the soul.

The vitality of heaven and earth is celebrating and responding, and the long-lost ancient rhythm is emerging.

Characters with white light floated in the void.

That is the general text of the world that the ancestor of the Ye family once saw.

"Who preached at the beginning of Suigua?"

"The upper and lower parts are not in shape, how can we examine it?"

"Ming Zhao is dark, who can do the most?"

...

"Where is the origin and how does the three combinations of Yin and Yang become?"

...

This is not an ordinary sermon, but a question, but it goes deep into the heart of the ancestor of the Ye family.

Martial arts also have the ability to understand the sky and the earth, but they do not participate in these things.

The characters flow one by one.

The ancestor of the Ye family struggled to get closer, wanting to see more clearly.

But the characters floated away, as if flying geese were stepping on the snow mud.

He accidentally left his fingers and claws on the mud, and Hongfei's re-planning thing.

The ancestor of the Ye family felt lost.

Before he knew it, he entered the villa.

A Taoist sitting cross-legged on the platform, very close to him, but couldn't see clearly, as if he was in another world.

Under the platform, it is empty.

He was the only one.

The ancestor of the Ye family didn't feel lonely.

I actually felt lonely again.

The Taoist continued to preach.

That is not preaching either.

The characters floating in the sky suddenly disappeared at a certain moment, just a hot sun. The sun rises and the light is bright. Then there is a vast ocean, and many creatures suddenly grow in the sea.

The scorching sun faded, and the clouds in the sky were like water.

The sun and the moon immediately alternate, the water vapor evaporates and turns into wind and rain, which is called birth.

Spring gradually fades and winter comes, and there are four seasons.

All things are bleak from the autumn wind, dead in winter, and they live in death. All things grow, and the indescribable power of creation is born.

The great power of martial arts and magical powers and the ghosts without the magical magic of ghost immortals are just ordinary scenes of alternating seasons throughout the year, but the ancestor of the Ye family is filled with tears.

This is the Tao that he dreams of, and this is the Tao following nature.

The galaxy shaking in the sky, and the surging sounds continued, as if thousands of methods were in it.

The ancestor of the Ye family subconsciously looked around, but it was still empty, and he felt a little lonely. There were fragrant grasses, green trees, elks, birds and birds around him. At this time, they were all quiet, listening to the sound of the galaxy and the Taoist sounds that appeared from time to time.

Sometimes it is as deep as an abyss, sometimes it is as excited as thunder.

The Taoist sitting cross-legged on the platform is still a divine shadow.

But there is not only the ancestor of the Ye family who listened to the sermon.

The grass and green trees are also listening to the sermons, the birds and beasts are also listening to the sermons, and the creatures all over the mountain are listening to the sermons.

The moss on the stubborn stone is also bearing the Taoist rhyme.

Even the stubborn stone seems to have spirituality.

Taoist is not a high shore, and Taoist sounds are equal and selflessly flowing inside and outside the villa.

Don’t force or demand, just like the four seasons, let it go.

When the Taoist sound was subsided, the ancestor of the Ye family felt lost because the surrounding scenery, including himself, was interpreting the great way.

When the sound of the Tao sounded, he naturally focused on it.

The originally decaying qi and blood have other vitality, and there is a hint of mysterious and yellow merit in the body.

The ancestor of the Ye family looked up at the Tianhe River, but he realized that the meridians in his body should be like galaxies.

True energy is growing and cannot be curbed.

The rolling qi and blood have become the resources for practicing Taoism.

The gray hair is still gray, but the wrinkles on the face have decreased.

His life span has increased a little, but not much.

His soul was ignited by the galaxy, and the true energy in his body was like a galaxy, endless.

The ancestor of the Ye family also didn't care about his lifespan. He just hoped to listen to the sermons in the mountains all the time. Every grass and tree around him was cute, and his heart seemed to be brushing away the dust. Even a fallen leaf could make him pay attention for a long time.

This is purity, this is life.

Suddenly, a rolling thunder sounded, but the energy between heaven and earth came like a tide. A small boat crossed the void, and there was a monk in white dress, smiling with flowers, like a mirror without dust.

"It's Shangguan Kashyapa."

There were bursts of wonder in Xijing City.

Shangguan Kashyapa was born in the royal family, but he was given the precepts and became a monk at Lanke Temple since he was a child.

He is one of the ten major disciples under the Master Yinyue Dharma. He became a master of martial arts at the age of 20. It is rumored that he has entered the realm of Martial Saint, and martial arts is unfathomable.

He has reached the pinnacle of the flower god finger with one hand and is very likely to inherit the mantle of the Yinyue Master.

No one expected that Lan Kesi would react so quickly.

You must know that Gu Qing preached that half a day has not passed.

Now most people are waiting and watching.

Lanke Temple did not intend to test it, and sent out the most outstanding young disciples in the temple in one fell swoop, intending to suppress the incarnation of the ignorant king.

The monk in white came here in a small boat, with a peerless style.

The vital energy in the void was like a tide, and the thunder sound actually rose from the blood and blood in his body.

Martial arts thunder sound!

But when the monk in white was paused, he bowed slightly to the Taoist of Gaotai and said, "The little monk is ordered by his master to take the life of the True Lord incarnation."

He looked calm and his handsome face was indescribably calm.
To be continued...