Quanmin: I recited the Three Thousand Daozang and became a Celestial Master

But Ye wanted to know what he really should do.

He can watch this world gradually collapse, just like his own Tao heart in the beginning.

But he fell asleep again.

In the deserted Taoist temple, Ye Xiang had another very long dream.

It would be better to say that it was some strange memory scenes rather than a dream. Yes, Ye Xiang had realized that the dreams from his youth were memories from an unknown time.

Those Taoist methods also came from these memories. Perhaps they were from his past life, or perhaps they were from himself in another world. At least for him now, it was difficult to explain.

But this time, when Ye Xiang woke up, only one day had passed.

Yes, throughout history, dreaming only lasted for one day.

Dreams are like this, they seem very short, but once you fall asleep, it may be a month, a year, or even ten years.

Just like birth, aging, sickness and death, once you close your eyes, it may be a lifetime.

But sometimes you have a very long dream, so long that you don’t know where to start, or even can’t remember anything at all.

In the real world, only one day has passed.

Ye Xiang woke up and half of his life passed.

He seemed to have truly come alive, his mind was clear and his thoughts were logical.

He was no longer drowsy, and Ye Xiang even had a premonition that he would no longer dream in the rest of his life.

He chuckled, then couldn't help laughing.

His smile was extremely pitiful.

He lived in a daze for half his life, missed his youthful studies, missed his beloved sister, and missed the freedom of youth.

It was not until he was old that he came to his senses.

what is this?

Now, with this middle-aged body, what else can I do...

Ye Xiang's emotions were surging, and he didn't know how long it took before his mood returned to calm.

Because reason told him that no one was to blame for all this, everything was a disaster, a disaster that he had to go through in this world.

Ye Xiang raised his head and looked down the mountain. His originally cloudy eyes gradually became clear.

Even though the artificial sun in the sky was gradually becoming dim, he could still see the town a thousand meters away.

Although the country has not yet perished, it is on the brink of destruction.

Ninety percent of the countries in the world have been destroyed.

The human population is decreasing rapidly, and just as experts said more than a decade ago, humanity is dying.

Ye Xiang slowly stood up and walked down the mountain.

He suddenly knew what he was going to do.

The dilapidated Taoist temple was covered with thick dust, but at this moment, a gentle breeze blew and maple leaves swayed in the wind.

On the altar, the dust on the Three Pure Ones' portraits gradually faded away.

The three faces gradually became clear.

What if my heart of Taoism is shattered and my cultivation is gone?

If the immortal infant's fruit is gone, it's gone. It doesn't matter if it becomes a mortal body.

Because a true saint never uses realm as a boundary.

A true emperor cannot be bound by the laws of the universe.

With a single thought from a saint, all the laws of the universe are at his disposal.

In the emperor's single thought, endless eternity all disappeared in an instant.

All of this has nothing to do with realm.

Ye Xiang didn't know the moment when he went down the mountain again.

Although still a mortal, still a mortal.

But the bits and pieces of Taoism that he had picked up had already been re-melted, even better than before, but as a mortal, he could not know this.

This is not the best, what is really good is the long stone road down the mountain.

The middle-aged and weathered figure gradually became younger, and the spirit of a saint emerged from him.

Ye Xiang's unique path to becoming a saint is also based on this, leading him to the supreme emperor.

When Ye Xiang arrived in the town, he looked at the miserable people and sighed slightly.

Then he picked up the hoe and plowed the land himself.

The people around him looked at the young man as if he were a fool.

Ever since the sun disappeared, it has become difficult to grow crops on the land. Countless experts have tried every possible method, but to no avail.

However, the next moment, the people around were stunned.

Ye Xiang wanted to dig the ground with his hoe and fruit trees would grow out of nowhere, but he didn't even look at them and continued to hoe the ground.

As soon as I finished the second piece, the apple tree behind me was already full of fruits, which were sweet and delicious.

Ye Xiang had a faint smile on his face. Although he did not turn around to look behind him, he seemed to know what happened behind him.

More and more people gathered around, watching it all as if they were seeing a miracle.

No, this is a miracle!

More and more fruit trees, grains, fairy flowers, etc. grew under Ye Xiang's hoe.

The yellow soil, which had long been abandoned and where not even weeds grew, was now covered with countless fruits.

Nowadays, any one of these fruits can be sold at a sky-high price!

But in front of me, there are so many of them that I can’t count them all.

More and more people gathered around, their expressions became more and more agitated, and tears kept falling.

But they all didn't dare to step forward and touch him, and could only follow the young man quietly.

The reason why I dare not touch it is that I am afraid that everything in front of me is an illusion, a mirage.

One touch and it's gone.

However, they soon noticed that the hair of the young man in front of them had turned white without them noticing.

Every time he hoes the ground, a strand of hair on his head turns white.

The endless wasteland is turning into fertile farmland.

After Ye Xiang had hoed all the tens of thousands of acres of land bit by bit, he slowly turned around and looked behind him.

Tens of thousands of survivors from the entire town came and stared at the white-haired young man, witnessing the birth of a miracle with their own eyes.

Ye Xiang looked at them and said with a smile: "What are you still doing?"

As soon as the words fell, the silent crowd suddenly burst into cheers, and they picked the fruits around them and bit into them with force.

Sweet! Delicious!

It seems like I have never eaten such delicious fruit in my life.

Ye Xiang smiled indifferently. He hadn't eaten for many years and didn't feel hungry at all.

He realized that whatever he put in would definitely change something.

So he picked up a hoe and farmed the land. Although he had little time left to live, he gained ten thousand acres of fairyland.

He looked up at the abandoned city in the distance and walked forward.

Behind Ye Xiang, many people saw this scene. Most of them looked at it deeply and then started to eat voraciously.

There were only a few people. After picking up a few fruits, they hurriedly followed Ye Xiang's footsteps and entered the abandoned city.

In this doomsday, hunger and death are not scary. What is really scary is the loss of hope.

Ye Xiang is their hope, no more, no less, and the number of people following him is exactly twelve.

It seems that everything is destined!

In three days, Ye Xiang gave his all and brought life back to the entire city.

At the moment his life was almost exhausted, Ye Xiang took one last look at the world.

The twelve people who followed him three days ago now seemed like a different person. They were full of energy and looked at the white-haired young man in front of them with great respect.

Because they all obtained the true meaning of Taoism that Ye Xiang had once comprehended.

At the last moment before closing your eyes.

The thoughts are infinitely far away, as if traveling through time and space, back to the past.

At the entrance of the long alley, Ye Youwei stood there with her schoolbag on her back, a sweet smile on her face, looking at him and complaining:

"Brother, we're almost late, hurry up!"

"Don't worry, I'll be there soon." Ye Xiang locked the door and turned back to say with a smile.

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At the same time, in the dark inner universe.

His Tao heart was broken, and his old body had lost all his cultivation.

Suddenly, he burst out with the power of a saint that surpassed the Three Pure Ones...

The evil spirit dissipated instantly, the merits were fulfilled, and the calamity was successfully overcome.

It's very abrupt, but it should be so.