Feng Shui: Opening Secret Nine Money Raising Corpse Caves

When Lin Hui led Yan Zhenzhen and Su Dingfang to the bottom of the cliff, the commentator next to them also looked at them with embarrassment.

"It's okay, you continue. I also want to hear the story about our Taoist sect."

Lin Hui's charming smile made the commentator heave a sigh of relief, and said to everyone with a smile:
"Since Master Lin has come here, I won't go out of my way. It's more appropriate for you to introduce your family's ancestral land."

Lin Hui shook his head and said:

"There is indeed a story about this mountain in our Taoist sect. However, there is also a similar story in Longhu Mountain in another place, so we ourselves can't tell where the ancestral land is. But since we have come, we also want to Listening to what kind of information professionals like you have collected for our Taoist sect, it will give us some direction inspiration to judge the authenticity."

This is a beautiful statement. It not only shows the grandeur of Daozong, but also has enough respect for folk legends. Even the old emperor who was watching the live broadcast was lucky to hand over the leader of Daozong to such a sensible boy. .

Hearing Lin Hui's approval, the narrator couldn't help puffing out his chest, and started talking from the beginning.

The tourists on the other side didn't feel bored, it seemed that with Lin Hui present, listening to these legends with him would be a blessing.

Lin Hui nodded while listening, let alone these folklore, it really provided him with a little inspiration.

"It is said that when Laozi left the customs, he was guarded by the Hangu Pass at that time, which is equivalent to the position of the police chief in our area now. He was put down and asked this saint to leave some calligraphy. .So after Lao Tzu finished writing the Tao Te Ching, he waved his hand, and the pen he used to write the Tao Te Ching flew to us, and the cliffs here were cut off by the tip of Lao Tzu's pen..."

After everyone listened, they applauded the commentator one after another.

At this time, the commentator was also sweating on his forehead. When he looked at Lin Hui, he was relieved to see him nodding.

Just such a story made Lin Hui suddenly want to recite the "Tao Te Ching" here. There is no reason for this feeling, he just thinks he should do it.

I saw him saluting to everyone:
"Everyone, meeting here today is a predestined relationship. I don't have much wealth, so I can only recite the "Tao Te Ching" to everyone and pray for everyone."

After speaking, he recited aloud to the sky:
"Road to Road, very Avenue……"

While reciting, his right hand unconsciously rested on the cliff of Zhaojing Cliff.

He could only hear the echoes of his recitation coming from all around, which immediately made people feel a sense of vastness and grandeur.

Everyone present was indulging in Lin Hui's magnetic bass. In the dark, they seemed to see an old man riding a green bull step by step towards the outside of an ancient city building paved with yellow sand.

"This... this... this is not an illusion..."

Someone in the crowd yelled and woke everyone up.

I saw that the smooth cliff body of Zhaojing Cliff was showing the image they saw just now.

The water friends in the live broadcast room were so frightened that they didn't dare to post a barrage.

Lin Hui's Tao Te Ching continued to recite, and those who understood the book also began to recite along with them.

The scenes on the cliff range from the old man riding a bull, to the old man being fenced, and then an official-like figure kneeling on the ground and saying something, and finally kowtowed, not only him kowtow, but also the people behind him kowtowed.

The old man sighed, finally nodded, picked up the paper and pen prepared by the defense, and wrote down the eloquent "Tao Te Ching". After he finished writing, he flicked the pen, and the pen disappeared.

The picture began to disappear slowly at this point, and the old man looked back before the picture disappeared, and this look shocked the hearts of the people in the entire Dragon Kingdom.

A sense of identity with one's own motherland arises spontaneously from the heart.

The screen disappeared, and at this time, Lin Hui had just finished reading the 5000-word Tao Te Ching.

After another gesture to the crowd, Lin Hui led Yan Zhenzhen and Su Dingfang down the mountain along the path that the people gave up.

Lin Hui's action not only made the whole Dragon Kingdom boil, but even the whole world turned its focus from the island country to Dragon Kingdom again.

Such a spectacle, such an inspiring experience, deeply honored those present.

The Heming Mountain locality also ingeniously left a list of all the people present and engraved it on a stone tablet.

It was originally just a list of people who witnessed history, but after decades, people suddenly discovered that these people who were present at that time had a happy life, and all of them passed away at almost a hundred years old.

When Lin Hui returned to the plane, his heart finally settled down.

Because when he was reciting, the third volume of Tianshi Zhuan in his body did not advance, but instead became much more content.

Some of these contents are no longer the contents of this world, and he can't help but wonder if the system sent him the wrong book.

Of course, there are not many of these contents, and Lin Hui doesn't have the heart to explore it now.

What excited him most was that there was another view on the Taoist scriptures in Fulong Temple.

"Looking from the back? How is this looking from the back?"

He had really read the "Tao Jing" by Fulong Temple, and he was bored that day.

Take it as if it were an online novel and read it casually, but who would have read it after reading it.

Now with his memory, he can really recite the entire [-]-character "Tao Jing" from the back.

"what?"

When he started to memorize it, he couldn't help but realize that this Taoist scripture was basically an introductory mental method, a method of purifying qi that seemed ordinary but improved steadily and had no upper limit.

That is what the saying goes: internal strength and mental method.

After reciting this, he became more and more interested. He asked the stewardesses to bring paper and pens, and began to write down and refine this mental method stroke by stroke.

"Master, my strength has grown."

Yan Zhenzhen, as Lin Hui's experimental white mouse, immediately became effective after watching this exercise once.

"Uh... Senior Sister, I don't quite understand how to explain it here."

At this point, the characteristics of the two apprentices are very distinct.

One has a big head and no brains, and the other has a weak body.

Looking at Lin Hui's game playing profession in his previous life, one is a meat shield, suitable for rushing to the front to set up a gun.The other is a mage who likes to blow up a big balloon in the back.

And what about himself?
"Uh... No matter how I look at it, it looks like a bottom boss?"

Lin Hui and the others left the capital, but their legends have been left here, and invitation letters have been handed over to Fulong Temple from all parts of the Dragon Kingdom, letting their three masters and apprentices go to their places. When good things happen, the local economy will not have to worry about it.