Floating life can be like a dream, but floating life can be full of worries.

No one can help me with the art of immortality, but the spring in the mountains is full of songs...

The mountains are surrounded by lush green vines and old vines, the bluestone road leads to a secluded place with few people, and there are woodcutters singing loudly in the depths of the mountains. It is quite an artistic conception. Su Yang fell in a place where mountains and rivers depend on each other.

This is the fifth day since he entered Zhongzhou.

Su Yang saw a woodcutter from a distance, walking down the mountain along the bluestone road, carrying a bundle of firewood on his back. He was tall and tall, with a beard all over his face.

"Brother, when I hear you singing, is it possible that you are a cultivator?"

"This little brother misunderstood. I am just a white man. I am a practitioner there. I just listened to an old Taoist priest singing and memorized it."

Su Yang was surprised and said: "I wonder where that expert is?"

"There is a Taoist temple in the mountains. There used to be an old Taoist priest, but he has declined over the years. The old Taoist priest is too old and may have been dead for a few years."

Su Yang's heart moved. He said goodbye to the woodcutter and walked along the bluestone road towards the mountains. He climbed nine mountains and looked at each other across the mountains. Finally, he saw a broken Taoist temple located on a low mountain.

On that low mountain, there were no green bamboos, let alone the elixir Yao grass. There was only a small vegetable patch, but it was deserted and overgrown with weeds.

"Empty, empty, empty, and not empty. Silence, noise, speech, and silence are the same. Dreams are never mentioned in dreams. Useful but useless, useless. If ripe, it will naturally turn red. Don't ask how to cultivate seeds..."

Two hunters walked out of the mountains. They were wearing animal skins and walking vigorously. They carried bows and arrows on their backs and carried a wild deer. They didn't sweat and were strong.

"These two elder brothers, what are you reciting?" Su Yang stepped forward to ask for advice. He had a premonition that he had met an expert.

"What you're talking about is that I often heard an old Taoist singing and memorized it unknowingly. Every time I pass by here after hunting, I can't help but sing it when I think of him," replied a hunter.

This was an expert. Su Yang could already confirm that the old Taoist on that low mountain was not simple, and definitely extraordinary.

"It's a pity. He's too old. He died two or three years ago," another person said.

Su Yang asked a few more questions and learned that the old Taoist priest had also taught them some breathing exercises. It was very simple, but it could strengthen the muscles and bones and was most suitable for ordinary mortals.

"Brother, do you want to seek immortality and visit the Tao? It's a pity that you are late..."

Obviously, the two hunters had a good impression of the veteran Taoist, and they would say a few more words as soon as they stopped.

The old Taoist is very old. Even their grandfather said that he remembered the existence of this old Taoist when he was very young. No one knows how many years he has lived alone in the mountains.

"Thank you two big brothers."

Su Yang left, this time along the mountain road, and finally climbed the short mountain.

A small Taoist temple, dilapidated and low, like a thatched cottage, had been abandoned for several years, no one came in or out, and it was deserted.

In front of the Taoist temple, there is an ancient pine tree with a hollow trunk that many people cannot hug. The branches are strong but the leaves are sparse. The old tree is dying.

There is no medicinal field, only a ridge of vegetable fields, but it is deserted.

In addition, there is a grape rack with two or three bunches of purple grapes hanging from dry vines.

"This Taoist temple also has ancient trees, which have existed for at least four thousand years..." Su Yang was shocked in his heart, and he felt the breath of time.

Was this Taoist temple built by the old Taoist priest himself?

Did he plant this ancient tree himself?

If that's the case, this is definitely a terrifying great monk.

Su Yang entered Po Tao Temple and searched carefully, hoping to find any clues. As a result, the dust inside was very thick, and there was no such thing as ancient book moments.

It is very ordinary, no different from ordinary Taoist temples. There is a tattered futon, a few tattered Taoist robes, and a fly whisk that has been chewed by insects. There is nothing out of the ordinary.

Su Yang walked out and walked to the back of the Taoist temple. There was a small tomb with no tombstone or inscription, just a simple loess bag.

"This is his tomb. He died without leaving a word. I don't know who he was. He didn't even pass on his cultivation methods..."

He stood in front of the loess tomb, turned his divine eyes, and stared at the ground, trying to see what kind of person that withered skeleton was.

"Huh..." He was surprised. It was an empty tomb with no bones.

"No, there are tattered Taoist robes, hairpins, and shoes and socks..." His heart moved, could this be a tomb?

"Transformation!"

He was shocked, and finally confirmed that there should be a corpse, but he melted himself before death. This was definitely an ancient sage-level master.

Generally speaking, only people above the peerless king can transform themselves into the Tao and return themselves to the nature of heaven, earth, and nature. This is the real transformation rather than self-destruction.

Sure enough, there are tigers and leopards crouching in the mountains, and unicorns hiding in the fields.

In such a small place, there is a terrifying great monk sitting there.

Su Yang was very surprised. This man was not known to the world at all. No one knew about him, so he died in obscurity.

It’s not that there are no masters in the world, it’s just that they are unknown.

This is a rare golden age. Peerless geniuses from all races who have been sealed for eternity, and all kinds of old monsters are born. Not only are they competing for the supreme position of the Great Emperor, but they also have a rare road to immortality.

Su Yang searched the place carefully, including futons, whisks, Taoist robes, etc., but there was no treasure.

"It was too thorough. It really left nothing for future generations. The cessation of the inheritance of such an unimaginable existence is really an immeasurable loss."

But Su Yang did not leave immediately. This dilapidated Taoist temple gave him an indescribable Taoist charm. Living in it always felt like returning to nature.

How could the secluded place of a suspected ancient sage be in the mortal world?

Moreover, there must be something that he has not discovered while transforming the Tao here.

Late at night, everything was still and starry, Su Yang sat cross-legged in front of the Taoist temple, with his five hearts facing the sky, the divine waves of the wheel and sea surged to the sky, and the heavenly sounds from the Taoist palace continued. A big dragon rose up from his back, and finally took shape and circled around him.

dance.

"Occasionally, I come under the pine tree and sleep on the stone. There is no calendar day in the mountains, and I don't know the year when it is cold..."

Suddenly, a whisper sounded, and Su Yang opened his eyes.

At this time, a dark cloud passed by, blocking the stars and moon in the sky. The earth was dark, and the mountains were so dark that no one could see his fingers.

Right in front of the Taoist temple, in front of the ancient tree that many people couldn't hug, a man appeared out of thin air, and it was he who made the voice.

Su Yang's heart was shocked, and the Imperial Soldier Lihuo Divine Furnace appeared in his hand.

Who is this?

It was possible to avoid his spiritual sense and appear directly at such a close distance.

He activated his senses and observed carefully. In an instant, his hair stood on end. The ancient Taoist robes were fluttering, and a skinny and short old Taoist priest appeared under the withered tree.

The old Taoist robes were very familiar to him. They were exactly the same as those in the Taoist temples, and there was no difference between them and the clothes under the loess tombs.

A chill ran down Su Yang's spine. He looked between his hair and saw a broken wooden hairpin that looked familiar, just like the one in the tomb.

How could a person who had clearly become a Taoist still appear?

"What the hell!"

Su Yang's scalp was numb and all the hairs on his body were standing upside down. He suddenly stood up, Xing Zi Mi Xian was running wildly, and he fell back dozens of miles in a blink of an eye.

He remembered something immediately.

God only thinks!

In the world of Zhetian, there is a terrifying existence, which evolved from the immortal thoughts after the death of the most powerful person. It looks like a human, but its strength is unparalleled.

However, the truly terrifying thing is that it is a demon that kills creatures and destroys everything. It is so cruel and extreme that it is almost difficult to fight against it.

This is the only thought of God.

According to legend, the formation of the divine mind is a manifestation of the evil side of the god during his lifetime. It is released after death, forming a powerful mind and becoming a humanoid devil.

It possesses (quasi) emperor-level combat power, and when desperate, it can summon the soul of the emperor. This is what they rely on to become immortals.

The existence of divine thoughts is the obsession of the great emperor. Although they are powerful, they do not affect other people's enlightenment. Their existence will cause darkness and chaos, and it will not be the first time to bring disaster to the world.

"The world has turned into a mulberry field several times. Although the mulberry field has changed into a beautiful painting, who can become an immortal by combining it with the beautiful painting..." The thin old Taoist walked under the ancient trees and muttered to himself, blending into the dark night.

Hundreds of miles away, Su Yang felt reassured when he saw that the old Taoist was not chasing him.

A breeze blew by, carrying the fresh smell of grass and trees. The dark clouds in the sky drifted away. The breeze was still there in front of the Taoist temple, but the old Taoist was nowhere to be seen.

Yuantian's divine eye shot out a purple light. Su Yang's eyes did not move, staring straight ahead, but the old Taoist priest seemed to have evaporated and disappeared.

The dark clouds have gone away, the stars are dotted, the moonlight is shining, the low mountain is very quiet, everything is as if nothing has happened.

After Lihuo Divine Furnace repeatedly confirmed that there was no danger, Su Yang walked step by step to the old tree.

This ancient pine is at least four thousand years old. Its trunk is hollow, its needles are sparse, and it is almost dead.

At the root of the tree, there is a square of bluestone, only one meter sixty-seven meters long, which is exactly the same length as the old Taoist priest. It is very smooth and somewhat extraordinary.

"Occasionally, I come under the pine tree and sleep on the stone. There is no calendar day in the mountains, and I don't know the year when it is cold..."

Su Yang was in a daze, wondering if this old Taoist was still alive. The world had turned into a mulberry field several times. He sighed like this, how long have he lived?

He strode towards the back of the small Taoist temple, came to the loess tomb, and turned his Yuantian Divine Sense to observe. At this moment, he shivered.

Under the loess, the tattered Taoist robes were still there, and the ancient wooden hairpin was still lying there. It had not moved even a bit and remained in its original position.

"how so?"

Su Yang felt a little confused in his heart. He had clearly transformed into a Tao and his body and soul no longer existed, but why did he see his figure again just now?

It couldn't have been an illusion just now. Dark clouds emerged, the old Taoist priest appeared, and then disappeared inexplicably. It was very real, and those words seemed to still be echoing.

"It's not the residual imprint of spiritual consciousness, because I heard the real voice." Su Yang returned to the temple and walked around the short mountain, feeling very puzzled.

The night was as dark as water, and everything was silent. Except for the crows of night birds, there were no special sounds. There was no smell of strangers, and there was no possibility of any fluctuations in divine power.

He was full of questions, but had no way to solve them. In the end, after much hesitation, he still did not decide to leave.

Because here, he felt a hint of the true charm of Thunder Dao.

And some divine consciousness warned him that this was his chance.

After obtaining the divine phoenix treasure, the divine phoenix brand phantom in the strange world solidifies and becomes stronger at a faster rate than the other ten evil brand phantoms.
Chapter completed!