The Green Snake of the Great Wilderness becomes enlightened

Chapter 449

Lao Tzu enters through the east gate, and the Dongling City Mansion stands in the east. There are no white people in the streets of the city, and all of them are male and female immortals in bright clothes.

Because this Dongling City Mansion is under the jurisdiction of Linghu Yueke, there are as many male and female fairies as floating clouds, full of materialistic beauty.

The moment Lao Tzu and Duo Bao stepped into the city, Ge Kun was startled, but only Ge Kun was startled, even the Crying Blood Spirit Emperor was unaware that a saint had stepped into the city.All he could sense was that a young man, an old man and a demon had entered the city.

When Lao Tzu travels westward, if he meets a fairy, he will become a fairy, and if he meets an ordinary person, he will become an ordinary person.

Before the disciples of the Three Saints, he is a saint.

In the world of mortals, before Hangu Pass, he is a mortal.

In the City of Nevernight, the city of immortals, he is an immortal.

Laozi's whereabouts have never been covered up, but the immortals and ants are almost unknown.

Behind Lao Tzu, Qingniu turned into a big man with blue face and fangs, and followed behind Lao Tzu.He looked left and right, these superb fairies, these seductive fairies, couldn't help licking their dry lips.

Lao Tzu turned his head and glanced at him, Qingniu broke out in a cold sweat instantly, and lost all strange thoughts.Let those fairies wave their sleeves and show off in front of him, but he will not be moved.

The three of them were walking together, and in front of this flowery street, suddenly there was a cloud car flying over, a group of stunning female fairies, each of them had an alluring appearance, and their every frown and frown could make the world go crazy.

Twelve oiran female immortals descended from the sky, and twelve beautiful women ride the wind and meet the clouds to descend, accompanied by the sound of qin and zither, and silk and bamboo orchestra playing.

The twelve oiran fairies danced one after another.

At this moment, the immortals from the entire city came here one after another to smell the fragrance. Each of the twelve oiran fairies is stunning in the world, a face that is hard to find among immortals, and each of them has a different temperament and demeanor.

Every year, he will appear in Huacheng Yiwu.

Huacheng specifically refers to the area under the jurisdiction of Yueke.

I saw a graceful woman with a clear face and a white shirt, black silk dyed in ink, and a colorful fan, like a fairy or a spirit, walking like a water spirit from a dream.A round of spring moon in the sky opened the palace mirror, and the woman under the moon sometimes raised her wrists and lowered her eyebrows, and sometimes lightly stretched her hands, holding a fan in her hands, like a brush wandering about a dragon painting a picture, with the wind blowing on her jade sleeves, elegant and vigorous.Although it is not comparable to Chang'e in the moon palace, it is definitely hard to find in the world.

There are also people who step on the drum and dance in the sky. Every time they jump, there is a drum under their feet. The naked jade feet step on the drum, and the dance follows.

There are peach blossoms blooming all over the sky, and celestial maidens scattered flowers to the world of mortals.The dance turns back to the red sleeves, and the song worries about Cui Tin.The whole hall is open to shine, and the seats are divided into Yan Chanjuan.

There are also three women dancing with swords, as bright as Yi shooting nine sunsets, as strong as emperors flying dragons;Crimson lips and pearl sleeves are lonely, and at night some disciples pass on the fragrance.The beauty of Linying is in Baidi, and she dances this song wonderfully.

There are also dancers on the Langyuan of Ruigong.Listen to Jun Tiandi music, know him several times.Fighting like the world, a new story of dancing and picking lotus.The waist of the willow is light, and the tongue of a warbler sings.Who will be the fetters of the carefree mist.Reluctantly, the order has already been urged to turn around.But driving the colorful luan, Furong is looking forward to it.Twist, circle, and bend in the palace, the flowing water flows like a dragon, flies like a phoenix

Above the sky, thousands of palace lanterns are lit up, thousands of lanterns are always bright, red candle lights hang in the sky, soul jewels are lit up, and stars are twinkling.

The sky is full of lights and stars, and the ground is stunningly beautiful like clouds.

. . .

At this moment, the entire Nightless City is like an ordinary feast, and the immortals are crowded like a mountain like ordinary people. Looking up at the sky and the moon, the twelve oirans are dancing, singing and dancing, singing and dancing, it should be so.

Lao Tzu is also a fairy at the moment. He looked up at the sky and the twelve female fairies. In his eyes, he did not have the beautiful appearance of the twelve female fairies. He only had a kind of indifferent way, a kind of vulgar way. Fairy?
There is no praise or dislike in Lao Tzu's eyes. Those who survive have their own way. He is just a passerby, and he will not underestimate such a prosperous city and make judgments.

Duobao followed Lao Tzu, his eyes couldn't help showing amazement. It was the first time he had seen this kind of joyful dance, but it was only amazement.

Qingniu was sluggish for a long time, drooling unconsciously, when Duobao was leaving, he touched him, Qingniu regained consciousness in an instant, wiped it off with his sleeves, and looked back at the sky where the scene was still going on. Looking at the beautiful scenery of singing and singing, he thought in his heart that if he went down to the mortal world in the future, he must come to this city for a walk, and his mortal life would not be in vain.

Lao Tzu walked through the group of immortals for a long time, and reached the urban area of ​​Nanlingshanfu.

There are few fairy roads here, so the road looks wide.

But there are also lofts, pavilions and pagodas between the rows, and there are still immortals sitting and talking about Taoism, singing to wine, or sitting on towers.

An old Taoist came out of a water pavilion, saw three people, stepped forward and said with a smile: "Three fellow Taoists, would you like to do me a favor and tell me?"

Duobao frowned, and when he was about to step forward, Lao Tzu stretched out his hand to stop him, and a smile appeared on his usually calm face.

At this moment, Lao Tzu seemed to be an ordinary immortal. The immortal in the Golden Immortal Realm was not the sage master who was in charge of the Taoist sect, but an immortal who was invited to discuss the Tao.

Lao Tzu stretched out his hand and waved, expressing his willingness.

Four people walked together on a pavilion in the middle of a lake, and there was another person in the pavilion, a man of five big and three rough.

Several people in the party greeted each other. Lao Tzu called Li Er, Duo Bao was his nephew, and Qing Niu was his follower.There is no concealment in Lao Tzu's words, but no one knows him.

(Note: Lao Tzu's common name is Li Er, which is unknown to the gods at this time.)
The old Taoist named himself Wuyazi, and the man called himself the Taoist of Dry Mountain.

The three sat opposite each other, and the Duobao Qingniu stood behind me.

The two talked freely, but it was just some famous "little things" in the prehistoric four continents.

In Duobao's eyes, it was just something so small that it couldn't be smaller. From the mouth of the two of them, it seemed like a big thing, and it was almost the same as the matter of conferring gods.

Lao Tzu just smiled slightly, nodded, and didn't speak, and didn't comment.In the words of the two, most of them praised the Evernight City. Although their cultivation was weak, there was a kind of majestic way of pointing the world, and Fengyun was my companion. The pursuit of the great way, life and death persistent and never give up.

At a glance, Lao Tzu saw the lives of the two of them. Wu Yazi and Wu Yazi were both very old Jinxian monks. They had mediocre life luck and no way to cultivate. They were just monks running for their wealth and life.

But in this city, I saw that their luck, which was originally twilight, prospered because of the city, but their fate, which should have fallen in the catastrophe ten thousand years later, changed because of the city.

I also saw that although their luck was weak, it gathered in the whole city, and the whole city fed back their luck.

Lao Tzu got up suddenly, looked up and looked around, and saw the infinite luck in the four directions like a dust, because the yearning for this city, the belief in this city, the luck gathered.

In addition to manifesting and forming, air luck is an invisible and elusive thing.But in the eyes of saints, luck is visible.

Lao Tzu saw above the Nightless Sky City, the air luck is like a galaxy of stars, thousands of dots, gathering in all directions, and in the sky and the earth, the air luck becomes a sea.

Lao Tzu praised him sincerely: "It's a good plan."

After all, get up and leave.Duobao followed, while Qingniu bowed to Wu Yazi and Wu Yazi from behind, saying goodbye.

Lao Tzu took a short walk and came to the Xichengfu area. There are many immortals here.

As soon as Duobao entered this area, his eyes lit up.Here, on both sides of the road, there are immortals sitting on the ground, with various spiritual objects in front of them.There are immortals talking, discussing, bartering, and exchanging treasures for treasures.

Above this road is a starry sky.The starry sky is like the sea, with the power of big stars, it can teleport space and immortals, who are the guardians of this side.

Duobao said: "Great kindness!"

Lao Tzu also nodded slightly.

The trade between immortals and mortals is the first of its kind among immortals. It is really wonderful.

Lao Tzu passed through the west district, but did not go west. Instead, he turned back to the north district and took a look.

Snake people are everywhere.

Old and young, men and women, the weak and the disabled, such as a race, is also a race.Although they are unfortunate, their faces are peaceful and their hearts are peaceful.

There are also immortals who teach the demon immortals who have first transformed into human forms, read and understand, and learn etiquette.

I stopped and watched for a quarter of an hour, but didn't step into it, turned around and walked westward, left the city of nightless sky, stepped on the danying flower road, crossed the ocean, and passed through the magic abyss.

There are fewer people traveling westward on the road, but many traveling from west to east.All the immortals with exhausted luck, injuries, or dying trees, when they looked at the West Heaven Gate of the Nightless City, desire and expectation appeared in their eyes, with peace of mind, relief, and a sense of escape from death. There was even a boy in a state of embarrassment, in the form of a demon deer, who wept with joy the moment he stepped onto the flower path.

Lao Tzu walked through the flower road and finally set foot on the pure land of Xihe Niuzhou.

Here, he saw the vicious people hiding everywhere, their luck and karma were deeply entangled with the fairy who stepped on the flower road.

They are chasing, and some immortals are fleeing.Those who set foot on the road of dandelion flowers can survive the dead and hope to be reborn.This flower road is not only a road, but also a road to life salvation.

I thought of the little deer demon who wept with joy, perhaps in his eyes, this road is really worthy of the road of salvation.

Looking back, I can see the nightless sky, the nightless sky, it is beautiful, the clouds are thousands of miles away, and the colorful auspicious clouds are rolling in neon clothes.

The city of Buyetian is very large, and it has gathered the immortals from all over the world, and each immortal has a world, and a city that includes ten thousand immortals also contains ten thousand worlds.

Lao Tzu looked at the Nightless World, the ancestor Yin Yang was still imprisoned, slowly approaching his fall.

From the thorns, death is endless, and despair is alive.Above the thorns, a city of flowers blooms, full of vitality.

(End of this chapter)