lord of all phenomena

Chapter 300 My Way Is Not Lonely
Emotions belong to emotion, survival is survival.

Some Ye clan children secretly scolded the old ancestor for being confused. Once he left, they would have to fall into fear. Some people thought that it would be better not to participate in this matter. There is also some family wealth. If you don't invite disasters in this life, you can live a good life.

Martial saints can't live forever, so is it easy for immortals to live forever?
Some people were even outraged that the ancestor ignored the overall situation.

Some people secretly admired the ancestor's decision and decided to go up the mountain to listen to the sermon.

There were also people who were uneasy, thinking of going home quickly to pack up their belongings, and then hide their names from now on.

There are also people who are evil and brave, and are determined to report their ancestors to the court.

The departure of the ancestor of the Ye family caused the noisy people to make their own decisions.

The ancestors of the Ye family didn't care about these things.

He walked out of the northern city, and on the small hillside, there was already a canopy of blue luck. Compared with the luck of the Jinpeng Dynasty and Lanke Temple, it was just a young seedling that hadn't grown up yet.

But anyone who glanced at it couldn't help but believe that it would eventually become a giant tree supporting the sky.

The ancestor of the Ye family was the first to arrive at the foot of the mountain.

After all, the court laws are deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

After all, Tianxian Zhenjun is too far away from all living beings in this world, and Lord Yinyue of Lanke Temple is the living saint.

Ghost immortals and martial saints will kowtow when they see the Dharma Lord.

Only some people who know the inside story know what the incarnation of the true king really represents.

Most people are still ignorant.

Xiaobai's mysterious voice gradually faded away, and when the ancestor of the Ye family saw the cornice of Wuzheng Villa, another voice sounded at the right time.

The sound of the road is quiet.

All of a sudden, the ancestor of the Ye family seemed to be dreaming back to the great world of Qingyang.

He seemed to see the Taoist temple in the ancient trees in the deep mountains, and the sound of Taoism was like the evening drum and morning bell of an ancient temple thousands of years old, washing away the dirt in the soul.

The vitality of heaven and earth is celebrating and echoing, presenting a long-lost ancient rhythm.

Characters of pure white light floated in the void.

That's the Ten Thousand Realms Tongshi Wen that the ancestor of the Ye family had seen.

"At the beginning of the ancient times, who preached it?"

"The upper and lower are not formed, why test it?"

"Ming Zhao is dark, who can do it to the extreme?"

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"Yin and Yang triad, what is the origin and what is the transformation?"

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This is not an ordinary sermon, but a sentence of torture, but it reaches the depths of the soul of the ancestor of the Ye family.

Wuxiu also has the ability to penetrate the heavens and penetrate the earth, but they don't participate in these.

The characters flow word by word.

The ancestor of the Ye family tried his best to get closer, wanting to see more clearly.

But the characters floated away, as if Feihong was stepping on slush.

Accidentally leaving fingers and claws on the mud, Hong Fei repeated things.

The ancestor of the Ye family felt lost.

Unknowingly, he entered the villa.

Sitting cross-legged on the high platform was a Taoist, very close to him, but couldn't see clearly, as if in another world.

Under the high platform, it was empty.

He was the only one.

The ancestor of the Ye family didn't feel lonely.

Actually feel lonely again.

The man continued to preach.

That's not preaching either.

The characters fluttering in the sky suddenly disappeared at a certain moment, just a round of scorching sun.Sunrise Fusang, its way of great light.Then there was the vast ocean again, and many creatures were suddenly bred in the ocean.

The scorching sun subsided, and the sky was cloudy like water.

The sun and the moon immediately alternate, and the water vapor evaporates and turns into wind and rain. This is called birth.

Gradually there are springs and winters, and there are four seasons.

Everything grows from the bleak autumn wind, dies in winter, and hides life in death. Everything grows, and the indescribable power of creation arises.

Without the grandeur of martial arts and supernatural powers, without the ghosts of ghosts and immortals, it is just an ordinary scene of changing seasons throughout the year, but the ancestors of the Ye family burst into tears.

This is the Tao that he lingers in his dreams, and this is the Tao that follows nature.

The galaxy trembled in the sky, and the torrential sound was endless, as if there were thousands of dharmas in it.

The patriarch of the Ye family looked around subconsciously, but it was still empty, and he lost any sense of loneliness in his heart.Surrounded by grass and green trees, there are elk and birds, everyone is quiet at this time, listening to the sound of the Milky Way water, and listening to the voice of the Tao that reappears from time to time.

Sometimes it is as deep as an abyss, and sometimes it is as passionate as thunder.

The Taoist sitting cross-legged on the high platform is still unclear.

But the patriarch of the Ye family was not the only one who heard the preaching.

The grass and green trees are also listening to the sermon, the birds and beasts are also listening to the sermon, and all the living beings on this mountain are listening to the sermon.

The moss on the rock is also bearing the Tao rhyme.

Even the stubborn stone seems to have a spirituality.

Taoists are not high-spirited, and the Taoist voice flows equally and selflessly inside and outside the villa.

Don't force, don't demand, just like the four seasons, let nature take its course.

When the sound of the Dao was concentrating, the patriarch of the Ye family felt lost, because the surrounding scenery, including himself, were all interpreting the Dao.

When the Taoist sounded, he naturally concentrated on it.

The originally decayed qi and blood are still alive, and there is a trace of black and yellow meritorious aura on his body.

The ancestor of the Ye family looked up at the Milky Way, but he felt that the meridians in his body should also be like a galaxy.

Infuriating, unstoppable.

The billowing energy and blood have become the food for cultivating the Tao.

White hair is still white hair, but the wrinkles on the face have been reduced.

His lifespan has increased a little, but not much.

His soul is hidden but has the brilliance of the galaxy, and the true energy in his body is like a galaxy, endless.

The patriarch of the Ye family didn't care about his life span anymore, he just hoped to be able to listen to the sermon in the mountains all the time, the surrounding plants and trees were very cute, his mind seemed to be dusted off, even a fallen leaf could catch his attention for a long time.

This is cleanliness, this is the joy of life.

Suddenly there was the sound of rolling thunder, but I could see the vitality of the heaven and the earth coming like a tide, a flat boat crossed the void, and there was a monk in white on it, holding flowers and smiling, like a mirror without dust.

"It's Shangguan Kasyapa."

There were bursts of exclamation in the city of Xijing.

Shangguan Kaye was born in the royal family, but he was ordained as a monk in Lanke Temple since he was a child.

He is one of the top ten disciples under the head of Yinyue Fa. He is a martial arts master at the age of 20. It is rumored that he has entered the realm of martial arts, and his martial arts are unfathomable.

Holding the finger of the flower god in one hand, he has reached the pinnacle, and is very likely to inherit the mantle of the Lord Yinyue.

No one expected Lan Kesi to respond so quickly.

One must know that Gu Qing preached, half a day has not passed yet.

Now most people are watching.

And Lanke Temple didn't plan to test it, and sent out the most outstanding young disciples in the temple in one fell swoop, intending to suppress this incarnation of the true king who didn't know the roots.

The white-clothed monk came in a boat, and his demeanor was peerless.

Void vitality was like a tide, but Lei Yin actually came from the blood in his body.

Budo Leiyin!

But I saw the white-clothed monk's boat stop, facing the Taoist on the high platform, bowed slightly and said: "The little monk was ordered by his family teacher to take the life of the real king's incarnation."

He has a calm demeanor, and his handsome face is indescribably calm.

It seems that what was taken was not the life of the real king's incarnation, but a speck of dust.

The only response from the monk in white was a soft sigh.

The sound of thunder is endless, and the thunder is loud.

There was a massive amount of lightning around the boat.

The monk in white was horrified, because at some point, there were many thunder treasures hidden in the void around him.

Explosions came out one after another in the void, and the surging martial arts qi and blood produced wolf smoke, which penetrated the sky.

However, a mysterious light composed of countless gray and blue air currents appeared in the void, and it transformed into a big hand that covered the sky and covered the sun, and it fell ten times with one force!

It was the power that seemed to collapse the void.

An old man in the city recalled the relics of immortals and Buddhas he had seen in the past.

It seems that the power is reappearing!

The boundless and vast dharma will fill the world, dispelling the smoke of martial arts!A leafy boat, as if in a raging tide, was at a loss and helpless.

Boom boom boom!
A cloud of blood mist rose in the void.

With a gust of wind, it disappeared without a trace.

(End of this chapter)