Covering the sky starts from the mortal body

Chapter 585

The ancestor of the Wang family was a great sage of the human race, and his scriptures were the scriptures of the Great Bible.

In addition, there were several saints in their family, and they all left saint scriptures.

Not all saints can leave scriptures, as long as they can leave scriptures, they are all wonderful people who can find another way.

They are able to expound different ways of heaven and earth and mysteries.

As for Zhang Wenchang, who had already obtained the ancient scriptures, he was no longer curious about it. He had also obtained the former secretarial text a long time ago.

The wall fell and everyone pushed back. The two behemoths, the Jin family and the Wang family, were deeply rooted. They had countless properties and dojos, and they all became targets of attack.

In the past, when they were prosperous, no one dared to offend them. Now, those inexplicable enemies appear one after another and constantly attack them, scattering people and industries all over the place.

The entire Beiyuan land was in flames, and the great sects who had a grudge against them also took action, trying their best to compete for this benefit.

Various mine veins, treasure lands for practice, hotels, auction houses, and stone workshops have all become battlefields for competition.

The Jin family and the Wang family were wiped out.

Finally, Zhang Wenchang quickly cut through the void and left here.

This place has become a place of right and wrong. Although Zhang Wenchang is more careful and his hands and feet are cleaner, he is not willing to let anyone find any clues to implicate him.

Zhang Wenchang must be committing crimes on the run. On the surface, there is no grudge, but he suddenly takes action. The reason is puzzling.

Zhang Wenchang rushed towards the Zhongzhou Ancestral Line. He was going to find the Yuhua Ancestral Temple and the coordinates of the starry sky.

When Zhang Wenchang tore through the void again, he was already in Zhongzhou.

"We can't go in right away. It seems I have to do a thunderstorm first!"

"This time I killed the Jin family and the Wang family. I gained so much. I was so full and felt so happy. After I was happy, the barriers of the level were loosened and I upgraded!"

Zhang Wenchang said to himself, and in a flash he came to the starry sky outside the Beidou again, rushing towards the depths of the universe.

Rumble.

The boundless thunder descended once again. In the dark and cold universe, the terrifying thunder illuminated the dark starry sky.

This is the second heaven of the saint!
Zhang Wenchang returned to Beidou, stepped forward again, and passed thousands of miles in an instant.

"This mountainous area is quite interesting. It actually has such a strong charm of the avenue!" Zhang Wenchang looked at the area carefully.

"A floating life is like a dream, but a floating life is even more troubled..."

The trees are lush and green, and the path paved with bluestone leads to the mountain. There are farmers singing loudly, which is a special artistic conception.

The mountains and rivers here are interdependent, the mountains are lush, the mountains are dotted with lakes, and a dilapidated Taoist temple is full of the flavor of returning to nature.

Zhang Wenchang walked forward along the stone road towards the Taoist temple in the mountain.

Soon we arrived at the Taoist temple. There were no green bamboos and cypresses, and no elixirs. There was only a simple vegetable patch covered with weeds.

"If I remember correctly, this should be the Kirin Hidden in the Fields, the unknown saint Ye Fan met described in that chapter."

Zhang Wenchang looked at this Taoist temple that had been in disrepair and was in ruins.

I looked at the old pine tree in the yard again. The leaves were sparse, and the middle of the trunk was hollow and rotted. It was obviously an old tree that was about to die.

This Taoist temple has existed for at least 4000 years, and it is full of the atmosphere of time.

This sage is a master of the Cai family, dragged down by Patriarch Yuantian, he had to hide his name and go far away.

Judging from the fact that he lived for more than 8000 years, this person should have reached the peak of great sage cultivation, but it is a pity that he died silently here.

After searching around here, he found nothing but a broken futon, a few broken Taoist robes, a tattered fly whisk, and a small yellow earthen tomb.

Zhang Wenchang looked at the loess tomb, opened his eyes, and found that it was empty. Except for some tattered clothes, there were no bones left.

"Could it be that this saint has completely transformed into Taoism? Not even the hardest bones are left?"

Zhang Wenchang didn't believe in evil, so he dug the grave with a wave of his hand and observed it carefully.

Sure enough, there was nothing inside, except for some damaged clothes, no bones, and no inherited holy weapons.

Zhang Wenchang built the tomb again.

Zhang Wenchang could feel that his Divine Mark Purple Gold Pagoda was constantly collecting some mysterious runes, obviously absorbing the charm of the Dao here, and wanted to replicate the Dao that he had practiced and realized.

Anyway, time is not urgent, Zhang Wenchang simply sits here and contemplates the Tao.

There is a special charm of the avenue here, which is very suitable for Qingxiu. It is full of the flavor of returning to nature.

A strong man at the pinnacle of the Great Sage will transform the Tao here, and this place will surely become a sacred land for practice in the future. The charm of the Tao left here can help those who come after him understand the world more deeply.

At this moment, the moonlight is like water, and the stars are dotted. Zhang Wenchang sat cross-legged in the Taoist temple, quietly cultivating.

I don't know how much time passed, suddenly there was a soft chanting sound, and Zhang Wenchang opened his eyes with a slam.

At this time, a dark cloud quietly drifted past, blocking the stars and the moon in the sky, and the place was plunged into darkness, as black as ink, and you couldn't see your fingers.

Just in front of that ancient pine tree, a Taoist priest appeared out of thin air. He was reciting scriptures softly.

Zhang Wenchang knew that this old man was just the manifestation of the charm of Dao imprinted here, not a real living being.

The old man was wearing an ancient Taoist robe, very thin and short, with a broken wooden hairpin on his head.

He walked back and forth under the tree, chanting scriptures softly in his mouth, floating around like a ghost.

A breeze blew by, the old man's figure disappeared, and the stars and moon reappeared in the sky.

Zhang Wenchang looked at the bluestone at the root of the tree. His length, width and height were similar to the height of the old Taoist priest.

Zhang Wenchang examined this large smooth and flat bluestone carefully, wondering if the old man had turned into a stone like the Holy Spirit?

He opened his divine eyes and observed carefully, and found that it was an ordinary bluestone, but there were some mysterious Dao patterns imprinted on it.

Recently, Zhang Wenchang has been diligently working hard, and he feels this relaxed Taoist rhythm, which neutralizes his impatience.

He simply lived in seclusion here, and was not in a hurry to go to the Yuhua Ancestral Temple in Zhongzhou.

Every day I sit here quietly meditating and meditating silently.

He even carefully studied the volume of scriptures on the Great Way of Nature given to him by Princess Yudie.

Then it is confirmed with the scriptures of the natural avenue obtained from Yaochi Holy Land, and with the scriptures of the natural avenue of Taixuanmen.

This is a pure land of returning to the original, without the hustle and bustle of the world, and there is no wind around dragons and clouds.

Everything here is simple, everything is very natural, like a light ink painting.

Listening to the farmers' singing during the day and the roars of wild beasts at night, Zhang Wenchang's heart was empty and he carefully appreciated everything here.

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