I climb the fairy ladder by farming

Seven days later, Si Daozong Lingshan.

The top of Lingshan is covered in smog and rime, and half of the mountain is shrouded in smoke and clouds.

At noon, the bright red sun was born on the top of Lingshan Mountain, like a golden crow holding a cloud fairy, and strands of colorful auspicious clouds surrounded the red sun like silk.

Seeing the magnificence of Jinshan at sunrise, Zhang Zheng among the bustling crowd at the bottom of the mountain kept his head up and looked up in a trance.

Lingshan Zun is the head of thousands of mountains in the world of cultivation, just one glance, the sacredness of Lingshan is engraved in the heart, shocking people's hearts.

On the central high platform at the bottom of the mountain, a figure stood in the light, like a pine and cypress, with a cold and hard face expressionless, but not angry and majestic, with an imposing aura.

He also looked up at the image of Lingshan. He lowered his head abruptly, his gaze fell on a group of young monks, without opening his mouth, his convincing and steady voice spread across thousands of miles and rang in the ears of every monk.

"Spirit Mountain is about to open, Si Dao Sect hereby wish you all a smooth trip and a bright journey to immortality!"

As soon as the words fell, a dazzling beam of light shot up from the top of Lingshan Mountain, and the dragon and phoenix circled upwards. The moment the heaven and the earth wanted to connect, the clear sound resounded through the ground, and the landscape lines between Zhang Zheng's eyebrows suddenly appeared, and his figure turned into a golden light and flew into the connection. Pillars of light from heaven and earth.

Thousands of golden lights escaped into the beam of light, and the brilliance of the beam of light dimmed for a moment, gradually disappearing, and the colorful auspicious clouds dispersed.

As far as Zhang Zheng was concerned, she only saw the golden light bursting in front of her eyes, the wind whispered in her ears, her eyes closed and opened, and the scene in front of her was completely different.

It was dark and dim, narrow and cramped.

This is Zhang Zheng's first feeling. There is obviously no limit to spiritual consciousness and spiritual power here, but spiritual consciousness can't penetrate the darkness at all. The three-inch fire is like a lonely lamp in the dark. The flame is bright and hot, but it can't illuminate Half dark.

This is the mountain and sea world?

Why this look?
Zhang Zheng stretched out his hand suspiciously, but before he could stretch it out, he reached the hard and rough stone walls on both sides.

She reached out her hand to the top of her head again, leaving only about a head's distance left.

This corridor is too narrow.

Zhang Zheng secretly complained, why her opening trip to the world of mountains and seas was not the same as what Elder Duan said.

No matter how much he complained about his dissatisfaction, Zhang Zheng had no choice but to walk along the corridor.

Just after walking a certain distance, a faint light appeared in front of him. Zhang Zheng's eyes lit up, and he quickened his pace and walked forward.

Zhang Zheng stopped in front of the light, and stared blankly at the murals on the stone wall in front of him that were shining brightly.

The murals covering almost the entire stone wall depict an old man sitting cross-legged and a child reading aloud holding a book in front of him. The simple lines are of different thickness and appropriate shades, outlining the benevolent expression of the old man and the innocent smile of the child. .

Zhang Zheng bowed close to the stone wall, trying to read the contents of the ancient book held by the boy.

"The highest goodness is like water. Water is good for all things and has tranquility. It can deal with the evils of everyone..."

Zhang Zheng murmured, his clear voice was very slow and soft, his expression was infatuated, and he realized the true meaning of it.

"Living in a good place, with a kind heart in the depths, giving to the good heaven, speaking kindly and believing..."

The voice stopped, and Zhang Zheng subconsciously reached out to turn the pages of the book, only to regain consciousness when he touched the hard rock wall with his fingertips.

Dejectedly withdrew her hand, Zhang Zheng sighed in great disappointment, drooping her brows and eyes, she never expected to see a book of Taoism, but it was a mural on a stone wall, which could not allow her to understand Taoism at a glance.

But even if it was just a few words, she still read half understood, unable to understand the meaning, so she simply sat down where she was, imitating the old man who sat cross-legged, and closed her eyes to comprehend these simple sentences that could be seen.

In the darkness, the murals exuding luster suddenly lit up, and dots of fluorescent light overflowed from the light lines, heading towards Zhang Zhengcage, who was closed-eyed and thinking hard, and immersed in her body.

The white-bearded old man gathered his gray beard, his brows were kind and his eyes were kind, and he was full of smiles.

In front of him, the little boy tried his best to straighten out his thin chest, holding an open book in his hand, smiling innocently, "Sir, I have already memorized the entire book, please teach me my homework soon."

The old man laughed heartily, and his unwavering eyes fell on the pages of the book spread out in the boy's hands, "After memorizing, it doesn't mean that you have finished learning."

"Then how can I count it as finished? I've already memorized it fluently." The little boy pursed his lips in displeasure.

"Okay, then let me test you. What is water?"

"What is water?" The boy repeated the question, his black and white eyes rolled around, and then he smiled brightly.

"The highest goodness is like water. Water is good for all things and has tranquility. It can deal with the evils of everyone, so it is more than Tao."

"Students believe that water is the highest good, the highest good, which does not change according to people's likes and dislikes, and is in tranquility to benefit all life."

"Where is the goodness of water?"

"To live in a good place, to have a good heart, to be kind to heaven, to speak good faith, to be good at governance, to do good things and to be good at times. Water is good at many things. Living in a good place is to choose a suitable place to live, so water chooses a low place, and because of The heart of water is kind to the abyss, and the heart is broad, so it can become as big as the sea..."

The old man stroked his beard and laughed, and stroked the boy's soft black hair with his big palm, "It's good, it's good."

"Do you know what this kindness means?"

"Mr. praises students for their kindness, because the students have realized the true meaning of this sentence. It is the meaning of kindness to gain the Tao and have the Tao."

The old man's eyes were like a torch, and his spirit was hale and hearty. "There is a way to steal. The market praises a thief as a good thief. What is the meaning of this kindness?"

The little boy replied without hesitation: "This kind of good is good at it."

"Those who are good at stealing steal, and those who are kind and benevolent give benevolence. Let me ask you again, what is the highest goodness?"

The little boy was thinking hard, his brows were knit into a ball, and his little mouth kept moving and murmured softly.

After a while, the little boy's eyes were bright and clear, with a smile on his face, "Being virtuous is not virtuous, so there is virtuousness. Goodness can do evil without virtue. Water is the best, and goodness lies in its virtue."

The old man clapped his palms and laughed, "There is no virtue without goodness. Goodness is goodness."

An old man and a young child, you answer me in Yu Dao, and you will understand the reason carefully and persuasively.

Zhang Zheng stared at the two in a daze, with doubts in his eyes, but also enlightenment.

The old man and the boy looked back quickly, and stared at Zhang Zheng's eyes together. The old man stroked his beard and laughed, and they both asked in unison, "Do you understand?"

Zhang Zheng's eyes were fixed, his eyes were piercing, and he bowed deeply and solemnly, and said solemnly: "Students are stupid. Although they have enlightened, they are still confused."

The old man nodded, his white eyebrows and black eyes seemed to be a gift engraved on him by thousands of years of vicissitudes. He looked at Zhang Zheng with a kind and gentle gaze, "Goodness, knowing is knowing, not knowing is not knowing, this old man will teach you again."

The old man waved his sleeves, and the book in the boy's hand turned into a speck of starlight, which flew into Zhang Zheng's eyebrows.

"Enlightenment is only once, whether to leave or stay is entirely up to you."

As soon as the words fell, the figures of the old man and the boy disappeared into nothingness. The mural in front of them remained the same, but the book opened in the boy's hand disappeared out of thin air.

Zhang Zheng only felt that his eyes were hard to bear, and he couldn't bear it any longer and closed them.