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Chapter 629: Saint’s Calligraphy
Face this problem.

Shen Baoxian said in an uncertain tone: "Maybe he is in the late stage of becoming a god. After all, he will ascend after becoming a god, and he will not be in this world."

Late Transformation God?

Zhu Zishan pondered for a moment, and finally said: "Since it is the late stage of divine transformation, why is it deliberately not described in the records?"

"Hehe..." Shen Baoxian laughed twice. In fact, he also had doubts about this, but the ancient legends only had these contents, so how could he know the reason.

"Two fellow Taoists, the golden light appears on the top of the mountain, which is majestic and majestic, but the real beauty of Tianjian Mountain is not here." Shen Baoxian changed the topic and led the two of them to fly down the mountain.

The top of the mountain is above the sea of ​​clouds, and when you fly to the bottom of the mountain and meet the sea of ​​clouds, it is really shrouded in clouds and mist, and the fairy spirit is high.

Three rays of light entered a mountain col. The outside wind was naturally blocked by the terrain and formations. In the mountain col, the aura was overwhelming.

"Two fellow Taoists, there is a poem written by the Immortal in the Pot in this courtyard." Shen Baoxian led Zhu Zishan and Xue Mengyao into a waterside pavilion.

There is a stone tablet at the entrance of Zhuting, with a poem written on it.

The world is far apart from the human world, and I can't bear the misery and chaos of the world.

Feelings of nostalgia pass away with the wind, and the mist slowly wraps around the fairy mountain.

Living in a fairyland surrounded by clouds and fog, the poems on the stone tablet really fit the situation.

"My father particularly admired this poem. This poem not only describes the scenery, but also expresses the compassion of the Immortal in the Pot for the common people in the morning and all the people in the world." Xue Mengyao said suddenly.

"It seems that the girl has also read this poem?" Shen Baoxian asked with a smile.

Xue Mengyao nodded and said: "My father often said that longevity and freedom are the pursuits of us cultivators, but they are not the whole pursuit!"

"In addition to pursuing immortality and freedom, is there anything else we can do when practicing immortality?" Zhu Zishan also asked with interest.

"Of course there is!"

"Longevity and happiness are just about cultivating one's own way. If a monk practices his own way, he will only become more selfish!"

"The true way of a saint should cultivate the way of the world, the way of common people, and the way of heaven and earth." Que Mengyao said sonorously and forcefully.

"Miss Xue said it well! If you practice one's own way, you are just a master at best, while the saints of the human race practice the way of the world, the way of the common people, and the way of heaven and earth." Shen Baoxian clapped his hands and praised.

Zhu Zishan watched with cold eyes.

It seems that there is no shortage of keyboard warriors in any world.

"Even if you want to help justice in the world, you must first have the ability." Zhu Zishan couldn't help but interjected.

"Alas... this fellow Taoist, everyone in the world has a responsibility, how can he be so indifferent." Shen Baoxian said.

"That's right! Brother Shen, even if we pursue eternal life and freedom, we can never forget the common people in the world."

Zhu Zishan stopped talking.

He could understand this feeling. In his previous life, Zhu Zishan also lived in a leaky house and had the world in mind. Although his monthly income was less than one thousand, he still wrote down the principles of governing the country on the Internet with a pure heart.

In this life, he looked away. In this world that had nothing to do with the earth, even if all life was in ruins, it was none of his business. He just wanted to live a long and happy life.

Xue Mengyao and Shen Baoxian were like-minded, and the more they chatted, the more passionate they became, completely leaving Zhu Zishan aside.

"Does the Taoist saint only have this poem?" Zhu Zishan asked, scratching his ears.

"Of course! There is an authentic relic of another Taoist saint here." Shen Baoxian took Zhu Zishan and Xue Mengyao to another stone wall.

There are only eight words on the stone wall.

The big voice is silent, and the elephant is invisible.

The handwriting is simple, not vigorous and powerful, but there is an indescribable sense of roundness in it.

"Taoist saints believe that things must be reversed when they are extreme, and that everything is the ultimate truth between heaven and earth. The loudest sound in the world is the vast celestial voice, and the largest object in the world is the invisible celestial body." Shen Baoxian explained. "No! You misunderstood. Sounds that are too loud should be inaudible, and objects that are too large can't be seen." Zhu Zishan corrected him with a serious look.

"Absurd! So as you said, if you are strong, you will be weak? If you go too fast, you will be slow?" Shen Baoxian said unconvinced.

"It's not really weak, it just seems weak; it's not really slow, it just seems slow." Zhu Zishan's eyes shone with wisdom.

"Brother Zhu, I don't agree! According to what you say, the faster the flying sword, the slower it seems." Xue Mengyao interrupted.

Zhu Zishan pondered for a moment, then nodded solemnly and said, "That's true! Perhaps the fastest sword in the world is the immovable sword."

"Hahahaha... As far as I know, the topic of this debate on swords was proposed by Master Li Jian, a monk who transformed into a god. The topic of the debate is 'What is the fastest sword?' It turns out that Zhu Daoyou has already thought out the answer. With his great talent, he might be able to convince the crowd and come out on top, which is really gratifying." Although Shen Baoxian said congratulations, there was a look of ridicule on his face.

The fastest sword is the immovable sword.

Doesn't that mean that a mortal can lift a sword and send out the fastest sword?
"Hahahaha..." Shen Baoxian burst into laughter.

Zhu Zishan looked at this person as if he were an idiot, but he did not explain. After all, it would not do him any good to teach them to be smart.

"What other calligraphy treasures do the saints have? Take me to continue taking a look." Zhu Zishan urged.

"Here is the happy journey left by the saint." Shen Baoxian took Zhu Zishan and Xue Mengyao to another stone wall.

"Well... this is a good line. The sparrow knows the ambition of the swan." Zhu Zishan pointed to one of the verses and said.

Shen Baoxian, who had just mocked Zhu Zishan, suddenly fell down.

This is pointing at Sang and scolding Huai!
He said that he was a sparrow and he was a swan.

"Hey... Fellow Daoist Zhu, I think this sentence is more accurate. The frog at the bottom of the well is as small as you can see." Shen Baoxian scolded back calmly.

"Indeed, indeed." Zhu Zishan nodded in agreement with a smile on his face.

Shen Baoxian's face froze, his scolding was too subtle and had no effect on the shameless ones.

"Shouldn't the essence of your happy journey be found in this last sentence?"

"A perfect person has no self, a god has no merit, and a saint has no name." Xue Mengyao pointed to the last paragraph and said.

"The saint has no name... The saint of the human race does not have a great reputation."

"Hmph! You understand the sage's mottos literally." Shen Baoxian said, blowing on his beard.

"Isn't this the literal meaning?" Zhu Zishan raised his eyebrows and asked the question.

"The name here means possession, which is the same as the name in penniless. The namelessness of the saint means that the saint will not possess anything. These four words fully reflect the selflessness of the saint, but when it comes to your mouth, it becomes There is no fame anymore." Shen Baoxian shook his head again and said with a smile.

Zhu Zishan narrowed his eyes slightly, still too lazy to explain.

"Brother Shen... what you said makes sense, but Brother Zhu's explanation is also reasonable. After all, Taoist saints do not have personal names." Xue Mengyao said.

"This..." Shen Baoxian frowned and didn't know how to refute.

"The Taoist sage believes that things must be reversed when they reach their extreme. Everything will go to the opposite side when it reaches its limit. Therefore, among the easy numbers, ninety-five are the supreme. Numbers larger than ninety-five are not as good as the supreme..."

"I didn't expect Miss Xue to know how to count easily." Shen Baoxian showed admiration.

"How can we, the monks, not understand the formation? Yi Shu needs to understand some of it."

"Do you have Luo Shu's sage calligraphy here?"

"Of course there is calligraphy in Luo Shu, but it was not written by a saint but by the Immortal in the Pot."

"really!?"

"Come with me..."

(End of this chapter)