Great Dao Ji

An Qisheng entered the city not because of the big donkey's shouting, nor was it a whim.

Rather, he took a glimpse in the air and felt the unusual changes in the atmosphere in the city.

Dream.

The people in this city and even the city itself do not exist in reality, but are just manifestations of dreams.

However, the divine will of the person who created this city is so great that everything created by his thoughts is almost real.

In this city, from people and animals to plants and dust, there is nothing false.

For all those who are not aware of it, this is the truth.

Because the world of all flesh and blood creatures is originally a cognitive world where all senses converge. Even Tu Ba and Gong Yang Yan can't see any flaws because their cognition is crushed.

But it is impossible to hide it from him.

"Oh?"

The old man in the bamboo hat raised his head slightly, and a ripple appeared in his pair of gloomy and old eyes. He immediately shook his head: "The Tao in the dream is the great way of my Buddha. I dare not talk about the 'Tao' with my little tricks."

As he said, the old man drank the wine in the cup and showed it with an empty cup.

'The Tao in the dream.'

Tu Ba was shocked.

The Tao in the dream is well-known in the world of cultivation.

It is said that this Tao in the dream is the method of the legendary 'Brahma Saint' to achieve Taoism!

This old man in the bamboo hat is actually a monk from Mount Xumi Buddha?

An Qisheng picked up the wine glass and shook it slightly. There were ripples in it. The aroma of wine was fragrant. He drank it without hesitation.

"It is indeed a good wine. The monk is very lucky."

His eyes were clear, and a large and bright halo flashed in them. The cultivation of this old monk seemed to be much better than that of Qing Wujiu.

The cultivation of the mind is particularly outstanding, the light is visible, but the breath is not leaked.

It seems to be in front of you, but not in front of you.

Unreal and real.

Putting down the cup, An Qisheng nodded slightly: "However, I heard that Xumi Buddha Mountain has many precepts, and the monk has violated the precepts."

This city is illusory, and this wine is not real, but from color to taste, it is all top-notch, even An Qisheng has to admit that it tastes good.

Its color, taste and taste are all in line with reality, so that even An Qisheng, who sees through all this, can still feel the taste of the wine.

"My Buddha avoids all kinds of desires but does not destroy human nature. Food and sex are the root of human beings. Even if my Buddha knows, he will not care."

The old man in the bamboo hat smiled faintly, but raised his hand to take off the bamboo hat: "Not to mention the old monk, I have never really drunk."

This is a slightly skinny old monk, with a face like a dead tree, deep wrinkles, only a pair of eyes, although there are vicissitudes, but very bright.

As if he had the ability to see through people's hearts, Tu Ba only took a glance and his heart was beating.

"Ah?"

Tu Ba was just wondering when he suddenly heard Cai Xiaobai in his arms scream: "It disappeared, it's all gone!"

"What?"

Tu Ba was stunned, and then his pupils shrank.

I saw that the few guests on the fifth floor had disappeared without knowing when!

And the faint noises in his ears disappeared with them.

The whole world suddenly became quiet, and between heaven and earth, for a moment, only each other's voices were left.

I couldn't help but feel a chill in my heart.

"Master!"

At this time, Gong Yangyan's exclamation came with the high-pitched cry of the big flower donkey.

The old man rode the donkey directly into the fifth floor, as if he was greatly frightened: "This city, this city has ghosts! I"

The voice stopped abruptly.

Gong Yangyan's face froze. He broke into the room through the window and landed right in front of the old monk. When he was swept by the old monk's eyes, he was struck by lightning and stood still.

Not only Gong Yangyan?

Tu Ba and Cai Xiaobai, and even the big donkey with his mouth wide open and saliva flying out, all lost their voices for a moment, as if they had become people in the painting.

It looked extremely weird.

An Qisheng smiled, as if he didn't care about the status of the few people, and didn't argue with him. The fingers holding the wine glass moved slightly, and he also raised his own glass:

"It's not polite not to return the favor, big monk, drink a glass from me too."

"Hmm?"

The old monk raised his long white eyebrows, his eyes fell on the glass, and he saw that the wine in the white jade-like glass was slowly rippling from empty to full.

He was a little surprised.

This city is a corner of the pure land in his heart. Although it is no different from the outside world, it is actually two worlds.

Without his permission, anyone who enters this city will lose their original cognition. Even those with the same level of cultivation as him will never be able to display their magical powers in it.

This person clearly

Thinking in his heart, he raised his eyebrows again, and the wrinkles on the old monk's face seemed to be stretched:

"I thought that Taoist friends were just physically strong and determined, but I didn't expect that Taoist friends were also good at it. My little tricks are embarrassing."

After saying that, the old monk didn't care whether there was any problem with the wine in the cup, and drank it all.

After drinking and putting down the cup, An Qisheng smiled faintly, his eyes were dark but without a smile: "Although it seems immature, it is not embarrassing."

Sketching a virtual city with his mind is naturally nothing to An Qisheng, but the city cast by this old monk is almost the same as the real one.

If this old monk leaves this place, without any means, this city can truly turn virtual into real under the nourishment of spiritual inspiration.

Such magical power is enough for him to take it seriously.

Unfortunately

"Heh~"

The old monk raised his eyebrows slightly, lowered his eyes, put his hands together in front of his chest, chanted the Buddha's name, and said:

"Old monk Fan Wuyi, may I ask what your name is, who is your master, where is your immortal mountain, what method did you learn, and which ancestor did you worship?"

"Fan Wuyi?!"

Before An Qisheng could speak, Gong Yangyan, who had been standing still for a long time, was shocked and lost his voice. He looked at the old monk in front of him, his face twitching violently:

"You, you are Fan Wuyi, the master of Fan Wuyi?! You, you are still alive???"

Fan Wuyi!

Looking at the old monk in front of him, Gong Yangyan's heart was full of surging waves. This name was more than a thunderbolt to him and even to the practitioners of the entire Northwest Dao.

Fan Wuyi has dominated the Northwest Dao for more than ten thousand years, but these ten thousand years are by no means the peak of Fan Wuyi. In fact, it is a great decline!

The glory of Fan Wuyi was even before the founding of the Great Zhou Dynasty. It was a truly prominent sect!

According to legend, before the establishment of the Great Zhou, the world was dark and all living beings were sinking. At that time, the wind and clouds were surging, and many heroes rose up and fought against each other to compete for the "Xia Ding".

Among them, there was the Great Zhou Taizu who was known as the "Emperor's Son".

The Great Zhou Taizu started from humble beginnings. Holding the Panlong Stick, he fought all over the three thousand military states in the south, established the foundation of the Great Zhou for 30,000 years, and was endlessly glorious.

And the Brahma Martial Arts was one of the twenty-eight ways set by the Great Zhou Taizu to support the Imperial Court.

At its most glorious time, it governed the nineteen states of the Great Zhou, and could be said to be below the Imperial Court and above all sects!

And the Taoist master at that time was Brahma Wuyi!

This is an old antique who has experienced the change of dynasties, overthrown the Great Xia, and competed for the world's heroes!

"Brahma Wuyi"

An Qisheng's eyes moved. What Gongyang Yan knew, he would naturally know.

He even knew more.

When the Brahma Martial Arts was at its peak, it was known as the king of all sects, only below the Imperial Court, but this glory did not last too long.

Along with the disappearance of Fan Wuyi, who pushed Fan Wudao to the top, he disappeared.

After prosperity, Fan Wuyi, who once ruled the 19 sects of the Great Zhou and was the king of all sects, is now about to lose even the border sects.

"Fan Wuyi."

Fan Wuyi first said to himself, and then sighed: "After 30,000 years of changes in the world, does anyone still remember this name? He said that he would be famous for eternity, and it is true, hehe"

"You, are you really Fan Wuyi, the master of Fan Wudao?"

Gong Yangyan staggered back a few steps, still a little frightened: "But it is said that you have, how could it be."

He still didn't believe it.

Although people like Fan Wuyi have the ability to live forever, longevity is not immortality. Even if it is a great cultivator of the Yuanshen, he will disappear when he dies.

This is the rule of heaven and earth, and no one can violate it.

Not to mention, if Fan Wuyi is immortal, how could he sit back and watch Fan Wudao fall to the point where it is today.

"What if he lives or dies?"

Fan Wuyi seemed not to care. He only glanced at the old Taoist who was less than four feet tall, and then looked at An Qisheng: "Daoyou?"

An Qisheng collected his thoughts and responded calmly: "I am Hongxuan, and I learned from the Hunyi Sect in Shouyang Mountain."

"Shouyang Mountain? It doesn't seem to be a famous mountain or holy place."

Fan Wuyi frowned slightly, as if he had never heard of it, and shook his head: "I am ignorant."

"It is a small sect, so it is not surprising that the monk does not know."

An Qisheng looked normal, as if he was not surprised by the identity of the old monk, nor did he care whether he knew Hunyi Sect. He just raised his cup again and said:

"I am sorry for bothering you this time, and I will leave now."

"Hmm?"

Fan Wuyi's eyes condensed, as if he did not expect the Taoist in front of him to say this.

But then he smiled and said, "Daoyou, why are you in such a hurry? Since you are in the city, why not stay for a few more people and sit and talk about Taoism, which is a joy in the world!"

"No, no."

An Qisheng just shook his head: "We are just passing by, and we have important things to do, so we can't delay any longer."

"No hurry, no hurry."

Fan Wuyi also shook his head, with a smile on his skinny face: "Daoyou, if you have something to do, you might as well talk to me, maybe you will gain something"

'This'

Looking at the old monk in front of him, who seemed to be trying his best to keep his close friend for many years, Gong Yangyan couldn't help but tremble in his heart.

Feeling something was wrong.

The big donkey and Tu Ba who quietly slipped aside were even more numb in their hearts, and their hair stood up.

This, this is obviously wrong

Bang!

Sure enough, the next moment, as several people's hearts skipped a beat, the old monk dropped his cup heavily, the smile on his face disappeared, replaced by a deep indifference:

"Daoyou, are you really going to leave?"

His voice was neither high nor low, and there was no strange power in it, but Tu Ba, Gong Yangyan and others felt a chill in their hearts, and felt a bone-chilling cold breath covering every inch of the void around them.

"Even if Fan Wuyi's real body is here, I can leave if I want to, and stay if I want to."

An Qisheng's expression remained unchanged, looking at the old monk sitting across the table, his tone was as calm as smoke, his eyes were as deep as the sea:

"You are just a lonely soul, and you want to keep someone?"