The strongest Taoist priest: the beginning is a fairy

Chapter 151, A Dream Awakens

The oblique moon and three-star cave reflected in the sky, Lingtai Fangcun Mountain.The voices of Buddhism, Taoism and Confucianism descended from the sky.

Yes. Lectures.

Patriarch Bodhi preached scriptures under the sky hanging upside down.

The sound of Hongmeng Avenue descended from the sky.

Facing the temptation of the sound of the Great Dao, Zen Master Jueming and Qing Ling resolutely closed their hearing and vision.

No, no, no, no, no.

Never listen to—

This illusion of Bodhi Patriarch's lectures is the ultimate temptation for practitioners.

but.

Both Jueming Zen Master and Qing Ling knew the Sanskrit sound of Hongmeng Dao.

It's not the weight that people like them can bear.

How can they listen to such sermons with their cultivation?I'm afraid I'm going to get lost in it and can't extricate myself.

"Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, practicing the deep Prajna Paramita for a long time, sees that the five aggregates are empty, and overcomes all hardships.

Relic, form is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from form, form is emptiness, emptiness is form; "

Zen Master Jueming could only barely avoid being seduced by the sound of the Great Dao descending from the sky by reciting the mantra to clear his heart.

Fortunately, the realm of the upside-down avenue disappeared soon
Only Zen Master Jueming and Qingling were left in a cold sweat.

In the blink of an eye, they saw the gate of Taixuguan ahead.

"Let's go in."

After a while, Zen Master Jueming and Daoist Qingling still felt Alexander.

But he was on the futon, with sleepy eyes, as if he had just woken up from the doze just now.

When the Taoist wakes up from his dream, the illusion of a square inch above the sky will end.

This this.
What is the origin of this fairy elder?
"The reception is not good. These days, the poor have had a long dream."

Li Wei yawned, and his Youdao cultivation base also felt the surging exhaustion.

I really need to get a good night's sleep after a while.

Long dream.

Zen Master Jueming and Daoist Qingling looked at each other, and they both saw the complexity in each other's eyes.

This is thinking by day, dreaming by night
Qingling suddenly felt quite restrained, originally thought that what was in front of him was only an 'old senior' who had cultivated into a fairy.

Now it seems that the age of this senior is even more open to question.

"I'm bothering senior, this time we are here to thank you in person."

This time Qing Ling and Zen Master Jue Ming came to express their thanks for the 'Du Kang Wine' on behalf of the Ninth Division, and brought some souvenirs for Li Wei by the way.

The evil Dukang wine caused serious trouble, and if it got out, it would be unimaginable, but fortunately, there was the help of Senior Li Wei, who was 'wise and mighty'.

Li Wei waved his hand, it was just a matter of raising a finger.

At the same time, Qingling also told Li Wei how the rare treasures in the tomb of Emperor Qin came out.

He is not a tomb robber, nor is he a cultivator spying on the Qin Emperor's ancient tomb.

Rather, it is broken from the inside.
Just like the strongest fortress is always broken from the inside, it is even more difficult to enter the Qinhuang's ancient tomb from the outside. There are various organs full of poisonous gas, and there are heavy protections from the state.

Where is it so easy to get in?
But coming out from the inside is surprisingly easy, all the way to the road.

There seems to be consensus on this point.

From the beginning of the construction of this mausoleum, and the terracotta warriors and horses buried with it, all show one thing.

They are welcoming the return of the king.

"Could it be that Ying Zheng has been resurrected?" Li Wei was a little surprised, and said it casually, as if he was talking about a junior.

This made Qingling and Jueming feel unfathomable. This Yingzheng was the ancient emperor, the first emperor of China to rule the country. Faced with such an identity, gods and Buddhas would avoid it.

The more you practice, the more you will understand that these ancient emperors also have to avoid taboos.

In fact, it wasn't that Li Wei didn't respect the emperor through the ages. He listened to the Bodhi Patriarch's lecture in his dream, which made Li Wei feel strangely confused, and he didn't care about the honorific title.

Qingling didn't dare to neglect, said.

"Qin Huang is indeed completely dead, and his body is well protected now. The resurrected one is not Qin Huang"

"but"

Xi'an is the Sichuan Tongcheng District heading north.

A small quarrel broke out in a place called Chunhua County.

A young man was blocking the front, and beside him was an old man riding a tricycle.

"I don't care, you just knocked me down, it's your fault! You have to pay me 5 yuan for medical expenses, drinks, lost work, and mental damage."

The companion of the young man on the side grabbed the old man's tricycle vigorously, not letting him go.

The old man was a little at a loss. The tricycle was full of green leafy vegetables, obviously brought from home for sale.

"I, I don't have that much money, can I?"

"No! You fucking put it here and pretend you don't have any money? You're making trouble!"

The young man with yellow hair groaned: "I tell you, if you don't hand over the money to me today, you don't want to leave. If you want to leave, ask my brothers if they agree?"

Next to the yellow-haired youth were some teenagers like him, wearing narrow-leg pants and having colorfully dyed hair.

They surrounded the old vegetable seller.The people around are also far away, not daring to approach.

"This stinky old man, he spoiled our good things last time, so we can't let him go this time."

The yellow-haired young man looked at the old man fiercely, but he remembered that the last time he approached a little girl, he was driven away by the old man.

He also said that he is a non-standard person, are we non-three and non-four?Why don't you just strike up a little girl?

It's a pity that I almost succeeded in handing the 'drink' to the little sister.

Money doesn't matter.

The important thing is to punish this old poor man.

How dare a stinky vegetable seller provoke Lao Tzu?Don't ask who is Lao Tzu's father?

"Everyone around here is watching. I didn't bump into you just now, you fell down by yourself." The old man was still stuck in his neck, his face was flushed, and he couldn't help being angry.

"Around? Who saw it, who said it saw it! Who dares to say it saw it!"

The yellow-haired young man said arrogantly, no one onlookers dared to stand up and accuse these gangsters, even if someone in the crowd saw
Young people thought no one would stand up
Boom, boom——

There were unusually heavy footsteps, and a man wearing a worn coat and whose face could not be seen stood out from the crowd.

"You? Who are you?"

The young man looked at the person who stood up arrogantly.

"I, see it."

"According to the law of false accusation and anti-crime, you should pay him."

"What the fuck, talking like a god." The young man stood up, faced the big man with disdain and said, "Don't you ask me who my father is."

"Do you want to resist the law?"

"Anti-nmb, who are you?" The young man wanted to teach him a lesson, and pushed and shoved the man in the overcoat.

As soon as I push it up, I feel, what
so hard.

It was like a stone, but when he looked closer, he was stunned.

this. where is the person
This this.
This is a stone figurine!

"According to the law, it should be done and punished."

A hard stone hand stretched out towards the young man's face, squeezed, pulled out, and pulled out his nose.

Blood splattered—

There were screams and trembling sounds all around, and this stone figurine.

Then continue, north.

(End of this chapter)