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Chapter 80 The Millennium Question
Taibai Mountain, the ancestral land of Louguan Taoism, is located inside the scripture platform, on a high platform.

Two "readers" are kneeling and worshipping.

There was a lot of silence in the arena, and thousands of people were silent.

The Taoist gentleman lost, the Confucian scholar Zhao Ziyu, "the body uses one source", the Lanxi Lin family actually won, and rushed to the virtual view...

People are still pondering and digesting.

The applause that should have come after the end of the third clear talk did not come. At this moment, silence is the highest respect.

Just a short while later, outside the Jingtai, or in Luojing City outside Taibai Mountain, there was a wave of sound that made people frown even if they were hundreds of miles apart, and it took a few breaths of time to spread through the air. .

But it further accentuates the silence in the chanting platform.

Still no one spoke.

Some people swallowed, some looked at each other, some held their breaths, some wept, some trembled...

Hidden in the silence at this time is a brewing storm.

There are joys and sorrows, but the joys and sorrows of people are not the same. Most people are indifferent, only chasing the strong who win, and abandoning the weak who lose.

The first to break the silence was still a small applause in the vast venue, from a certain little fox demon whose little hands clapped red, and his little face was even more red.

Su Xiaoxiao, who was dressed in pink, jumped and applauded, raised her head, and stared intently at the silhouette on the stage that involved her mind.

The little girl smiled brightly, "I won, I won, Zhao Rong won!"

A soft and melodious voice echoed in the preaching platform.

"Clap, clap, clap clap-!"

The next moment, thunderous applause came on the face, overwhelming, as if to overturn the entire venue and shatter the nine days of white clouds.

"We won, we won, we really won!" Lin Qingxuan muttered to himself at first, then his voice became louder and louder, tears slipped down his chin, he hissed his throat, but the voice was still submerged in deafening vibrations Among the applause.

Lin Qingxuan turned his head sharply to look at his brother beside him, and saw that his eyes were bloodshot, his chest was heaving and his expression was stunned, he moved his mouth and seemed to say something, but at this moment he was drowned in the applause of Wang Yang Among them, no one knows anymore.

Lin Wenruo's chest suddenly rose and fell violently, and he exhaled the turbid air in his chest. He stared at his friend who stood up from the ceremony, licked his dry lips, lowered his head, raised his right hand and stretched out a finger, raised it horizontally, and rubbed it. Eye.

The next moment, the head of the Lanxi Lin clan, one of the helmsmen up and down Zhongnanguo Mountain in the future, slowly raised his head, revealing a pair of ancient eyes without waves, and tilted his head to look at the hundreds of Taoist priests in Chongxuguan not far away. .

His eyes had no waves, like a hunter who was attacked by a fierce tiger in the deep mountains of Zhongnan Kingdom. He finally picked up the cold blade that fell on the ground with scars all over his body, and slowly walked towards the similarly injured beast.

If it is said that the inside of the scripture platform is an ocean of storms, then the place where the audience is located is the abyss that is thousands of feet below the sea surface, dark, depressed, and trembling.

A thing called fear, like a dark tide, surging in the abyss.

Hundreds of blue-clothed Taoist priests looked around in horror, at a loss.

Qing Yuanzi's expression was sluggish, and he shook his head from side to side, but his eyes were fixed on someone on the stage, his thin lips trembled, and his voice was hoarse and inaudible.

"No, no, we didn't lose, how could we lose, fake, fake, that bullshit 'body use Yiyuan' is fake, it's all fake, you are all lying..."

And beside him, there is a figure that is even more shaky.

Qing Jingzi's face was as pale as paper, with sweat on his face, and he stepped back subconsciously, as if he wanted to stay away from the high platform that ruined the millennium foundation of Chongxuguan.

Suddenly, there was a terrifying chill in his heart, he looked around at a loss, and bumped into the calm eyes of some tall scholar.

Qing Jingzi shivered suddenly, and the rosary fell to the ground in his hand.

At this time, Zhao Rong didn't know that so many things happened under the stage. After he saluted and stood up, he just wanted to step down immediately and beat Su Xiaoxiao.

You're screaming so loudly that you're going to die, for fear that everyone won't know that this young master won?Can't you just pretend to be forced?
Zhao Rong shook his head, pursed his lips tightly, swallowed the blood in his mouth, and was about to leave the stage, but the Taoist gentleman in front of him suddenly spoke up.

"You don't belong here."

Zhao Rong's expression froze, his eyes narrowed slightly, but he felt relieved in the next second, because it was only half a sentence.

"You should go to Jixia Academy."

Just as Zhao Rong was about to speak, he saw Tao Yuanran make another move that made him inexplicable.

I saw that the Taoist gentleman suddenly looked solemn, knelt down, and bowed three times to him.

Zhao Rong's eyelids jumped, a little caught off guard.

At the same time, the applause on the field has stopped, but the noise that has just risen is like a wave encountering a reef and crashing into pieces.

It seems that he was also attracted by this strange scene on the stage.

Zhao Rong glanced left and right, and with the eyes that made him feel awkward, he stepped forward quickly, preparing to support the old Nanhua towel.

But he suddenly caught a glimpse of Liuyi layman's horrified eyes.

It was... thrown behind him.

Zhao Rong turned around suddenly.

Behind.

A strange old man was standing there.

The clothes are bizarre.

Eyeless.

Looking at Zhao Rong.

Zhao Rong was shocked.

Where did this old man come from?Why is there no sound at all?

Just the next second, his breath was choked in vain.

Because this strange old man has no shadow under the sun!
Suddenly, a chill climbed up the back of his head along his spine.

The audience at the moment was dead silent.

Everyone who saw the strange old man suddenly appear behind Zhao Rong was horrified.

It's not because they don't know this strange old man, on the contrary, they are very familiar with him, and even everyone who passes by Zhongnan Mountain will know him.

Or from the nursery rhymes of rural children, or from the chats of the people of Luojing after tea, or from the rumors circulating on the mountain, or from a moonlit night hurriedly passing the cliff stone carving...

"How could this existence appear here?" Lin Qingxuan said in a shocked tone, "And it's still daylight!"

Lin Wenruo, who was next to him, did not speak, because he did not know why this existence that had never appeared in the daytime for thousands of years and left the cliff suddenly appeared.

He looked worriedly at Zhao Rong on the stage.

"Ancestor."

The old Nanhua towel knelt down and kowtowed, and spoke in a deep voice, respectfully.

The strange old man was still staring at Zhao Rong with a dazed gaze, his calm face was completely silent, turning a deaf ear.

call.

But Zhao Rong was a little relieved when he heard the words. It wasn't just some inexplicable dirty thing. Wait, old ancestor?
Zhao Rong's heart that had just let go a little bit hung up again.

"What is inaction, what is inaction?"

The strange old man suddenly spoke with a puzzled tone, as if asking someone, but also asking himself.

"What?" Zhao Rong was taken aback.

The strange old man did not repeat, but turned around and walked away.

Tao Yuanran got up and followed.

A flash of light flashed in Zhao Rong's mind, and he remembered the story of the old man in the moonlit night carved on the cliff by Liu Sanbian when he first entered Zhongnan Mountain, and remembered the "question of inaction".

The young Confucian student suddenly raised his head, and the ghosts and gods sent him: "Why do you do nothing? Use one source, do nothing and do nothing."

This is in fact exactly the point he justified in his clearing argument.

The strange old man stopped suddenly, turned his back to Zhao Rong, and opened his mouth in doubt, but this time he only asked half a sentence.

"Why do nothing?"

Zhao Rong was silent for a moment, thinking of all the things that have happened in Zhongnan during these days, stared at him, and said seriously:
"Inaction does not mean attracting but not coming, pushing but not going, pressing but not responding, feeling but not moving, stagnant but not flowing, curling but not dispersing."

"It is said that their private aspirations do not enter into justice, their desires do not jeopardize the right skills, they act according to reason, they make merits because of their capital, they do not attack their bodies when they are successful, and they are not famous for their merits."

As soon as these words came out, the strange old man fell silent.

For a while, no one spoke on the field, all silently watching the rare scene in this millennium.

"...If things are accomplished, they will not be defeated, and if they are successful, they will not be famous." Lin Wenruo meditated in his heart, and his eyes flickered.

He was somewhat aware, and this was also the earnest admonition given to him by that friend.

The real Taoist "wuwei", in the eyes of his friend Zhao Rong, is not doing nothing and letting everything go. Just like the Zhongnan Kingdom under the control of Chongxuguan before today, monks and hermits are fascinated by landscapes, euphemistically called "Do nothing".

And it is not as staunch as Lin Wenruo's previous implementation of the new law, leaving no room, and the method is cruel.

It is to do things without selfishness, to have desires and not to follow evil ways, to follow the rules, to rely on ability to achieve things, to achieve things without harming oneself, and to make meritorious deeds without seeking fame.

In short, "doing nothing" is just not doing things that go against the Dao of Nature. Only in this way can you do things that go against the Dao. That is, everything you do is in line with the Dao and nature.

Lin Wenruo let out a long sigh.

I don't know how long it has been, it may be just a moment, or it may be eternity.

The strange old man who had no shadow under the sun turned his head slightly downwards.

"good."

This is the ninth word that the strange old man has said in addition to the "question of inaction" for thousands of years.

Zhao Rong pursed his lips.

There were terrified sounds coming from all directions.

In front of him, I saw the hands of the strange old man folded in the sleeves, suddenly separated, and a dry right hand that was as crystal clear as jade, in the air beside him, gently grabbed it in a certain direction.

There seems to be something shaking the ground in the distance.

There was a slight tremor on the platform.

The sound of the mountain cracking rocks followed closely.

The next moment, from the horizon, two lines of purple energy came from the south.

Like the tail of a meteor comet, it "crashes into" the scripture platform.

The strange old man folded his hands again, turned around and took a step, but his body suddenly melted from top to bottom into a bright spot of light. After three steps, only a cluster of starlight remained in the air.

Tao Yuanran raised his hand and took the projection fragment of the Taoist ancestor who was the first deputy head of the Louguan Taoist sect into his palm. He tilted his head and glanced at Zhao Rong, stepped into the air and left, continuing north.

Zhao Rong was left alone on the high platform.

Oh, by the way, there are also two purple auras beside him.

Like living things.

　Thanks to the "Let Me Touch the Dog's Head" brother for the reward of 300 coins!Thank you for "sneaking in the bed at night", wait, brother, what are you doing secretly?You are not right~ cough, thank you for the reward!Thank you for your support!
　　
　
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