God-level Punishment System

Because of the special nature of this place and the special movements of Zhuang Yi, it is actually very easy to cause the next person to enter the room to make the same movements as Zhuang Yi.

After all, Zhuang Yi is a descendant of Zhuang Zhou, and his behavior will inevitably make people feel the most orthodox.

But Lexus did not deliberately, very casually, made such a move.

His clothes were flying in the mountain breeze, his black hair was flying, and he opened the door and entered the room.

"Perhaps, he really, has already walked out of his own way." Ji Fanchen sighed as Ling Zhi entered the house.

Every strong person will understand a truth in his heart, that is, if you want to become the strongest, then you must try to escape from the influence of the predecessors.

If you follow the predecessors, the predecessors, the former ancients, and the strong, follow their path, then you are the most, and even if you are extremely talented, you can only be as strong as them.

But will not surpass them.

Therefore, the one who can really leave a strong mark in the long river of history must be the one who has been following the path of the predecessors, absorbing the essence, stepping on the shoulders of giants, and jumping out again.

People who have reopened a new path.

And Lexus is on such a path.

Although his path forward is not perfect, not perfect, not strong enough, but this is his hope of becoming the strongest.

Walking into the house, the contents of the house did not exceed Lexus's expectations.

Quite like a small house in Taoist temple.

A small shiny table, three or two small stone benches, a wooden bed, and a gray bedding.

Reached out and touched the table lightly, it was clearly visible that there were a few fingerprints of fingers, which were falling dust.

Everything is like a mortal home, without the slightest other appearance.

It is far from the identity of Taoist Laozi himself.

"Zhuang Yi said that he heard the voice of his ancestors, that is to say, he heard the voice of Zhuang Zhou, but these houses were clearly inhabited by the Taoist monarch. In other words, what he actually heard was the "South China Sutra" "the sound of."

"Then let me enter this house, can I hear Lao Tzu's voice?" Ling Zhi's expression fluctuated slightly. On Jiuding Peak, he had a startled glance and saw Lao Tzu take action.

If you really talk to someone like Lao Tzu, he will benefit for life.

Unfortunately, he stood there for a while, and did not hear any sound.

There is no change in this room.

After hesitating for a while, Ling Zhi suddenly opened the door gently, smiled at Lu Chuan and the others, then walked to the distance, folded a branch, and cleverly made a simple broom and duster from the leaves.

Start cleaning the house.

He is like a person who has not returned home for a long time. Now he returns home and starts cleaning the house.

The ground, the corner, the bedding,...

table.

He dusted off the dust and saw a few tiny words on the table.

It was a random sweep, but I really didn't think that Dao Jun Lao Tzu would engrave the font on the table, Lexus couldn't help but pause, sitting on the stone bench casually, putting his hand on the table, and looking over.

Then he understood that the imprint of this character was clearly the imprint left by Lao Tzu when he often unconsciously portrayed it with his hand on the table over time.

These imprints were carved on the table, they were unremarkable, and they felt like they were integrated with the table.

It seems that this is not artificial, but the original material of the table, on top of the tree itself.

On the table, there are only six words.

Road to Road, very Avenue.

Ling Zhi chewed these words carefully, but his heart was shocked, because he saw a small group of fuzzy marks on these six words, which seemed to be done by Daojun, but he wiped it again.

But Ling Zhi deeply knew what words should actually be in the place that was erased.

Road to Road, very Avenue.

The name can be named, very famous.

"Could it be that when Lao Tzu came here, he hadn't realized the next six characters, and the six characters circulated in the legend of Earth China were later realized by Daojun?"

Ling Zhi was dumbfounded, and after a long daze, he let out a laugh.

Whether it is Taoist Li Er or Zhuangzi Zhuangzhou, Ling Zhi regarded them as ancestors and sages and respected them, but he forgot that they are also human beings and they must grow up. Their thoughts will not be achieved overnight. It is gradually refined and perfected.

"You can see a trace of the Taoist enlightenment process." Ling Zhi's eyes shone brightly, and the whole person became excited and excited.

At the auction, why were those people so excited about a futon left by Nan Xiaoer and willing to buy it at such a high price?

It is because I want to try to find a trace of the insight of an ancestral holy realm powerhouse from the futon.

But now, what Lexus gets, shouldn't it be more intuitive and pure?

Tao is Tao, very Tao, these few words are the essence of Taoist thought!

Sitting on this stone bench, Ling Zhi leaned gently on the table, and pointed his finger on the six characters, trying to simulate the writing and stroke order of these six characters completely.

Even to simulate the mood of the six people when I was sitting here.

His door was not closed, so when he did this, his figure was naturally printed in the eyes of Lu Chuan and Ji Fanchen.

They looked suspiciously and kept their eyes on.

Until the sun goes three poles, until the dusk is groggy.

Until, the Lexus in their eyes is no longer Lexus.

But an old man.

At that moment, Lu Chuan's eyes glowed with infinite look.

In the conversations between Ling Zhi and him, Lu Chuan once said that he has a great interest and admiration for Taoism.

It's not like other Buddhist disciples who resist and resist so much.

He even heard a little about things in the line of the earth, and naturally it is impossible not to know, several big figures in Taoism.

Especially the ancestor of Taoism, Lao Tzu!

He stared at Lingzhi, and in his eyes, an old man was lying on the pressing table, his brows were slightly locked, his fingers were on the table, and he wandered unconsciously.

He once wanted to be enchanted, to attract the power of Buddha to fight against the enemy.

Although he didn't say anything about the remaining troubles, he still has to pay for any gains.

This trouble, in this old man's portrayal, is disappearing rapidly.

As if everything was in the old man's movements, it became blurred and empty.

All this, until Ling Zhi suddenly stretched out his hand and moved down, on the table, subconsciously, sketched out another six characters.

All the sights just disappeared.

He wrote--

The name can be named, very famous.