Attunement into fine rules

Wei Yuan turned "Tao" into the sound of the piano, and the sound of the piano in Hanguang Hall sometimes rang like running water, and sometimes clanged like thunder.

"Tao" is the law of the operation of all things, the ultimate principle of heaven and earth, and the origin of light and darkness, good and evil, flowers and plants, trees and stones, animals and plants, going back hundreds of millions of years.

Every life that exists in the world is born according to the "Tao" and dies following the "Tao".

Cultivators spend their whole lives searching for the Dao, but in fact the "Dao" itself is everywhere, such as a tender flower, a tree that is dying of life, a small animal poking its head out of a cave, a grain of sand or even a fallen leaf , all contain the essence of "Tao".

As soon as the sound sounded, everyone present was mesmerized, and they could no longer see the magnificent palace in front of them, and the delicacies piled up in front of the table.

Forgot the majesty and majesty of the emperor, and the open and secret struggles and party strife in this life in the court.

The peacock feather fan in the concubine's hand fell to the ground, the wine bottle in front of the emperor fell, and the wine flowed along the royal case.

All unaware.

People seem to be in a flowing clear river, with [-] pores all over their bodies, and their hearts and minds are immersed in it.

At this moment, Tao follows nature and all things are equal.

As soon as Wei Yuan played the qin to the middle, he felt that monk Mu Linggen resonated with the sound of the qin between his fingers.

Enlightenment of Tao, Tao has always existed in the world, but most people are ignorant of it.

Just like people living on the earth, they live with it day and night and rely on their fate, but they can't feel its rotation at all, and can't see its whole picture.

To ordinary people, Wei Yuan's piano sound is only intoxicating and obsessive, and it feels comfortable and refreshing like washing body and mind.

But for practitioners, it is the realization of "Tao".

As the sound of the piano burst into the ears, the cultivator of the wood spirit root was like being enlightened, and only felt that the inside of the Zifu was like spring thunder, and there was a crackling sound.

The barrier above the realm, which was originally like a rock, cracked countless gaps, and finally shattered into dust.

Wisps of skylight penetrating into the broken realm.

After the song ended, everyone just came back to their senses when they saw the middle-aged cultivator get up with a whistling sound, walked to Wei Yuan's desk, bent over with a solemn expression, and bowed deeply.

With the Dzogchen state of foundation establishment of this cultivator, he would not worship the emperor when he saw the world, but instead asked the emperor to take him first.

And now he worshiped Wei Yuan.

Sitting in front of the desk, Wei Yuan was wearing a blue robe with silver feather patterns embroidered on the collar and hem.

His black hair was neatly tied up with a rhino horn hairpin, his slender fingers were still pressed on the strings, his sleeves were stacked like blue clouds, revealing two jade white forearms, and he accepted the obeisance calmly.

The middle-aged cultivator did not worship him, but the Dao of Heaven and Earth.

After a prostration, the middle-aged cultivator did not return to his seat, but shook his sleeves and smiled, turned around and walked quickly outside the Hanguang Hall.

At the same time that the figure of the middle-aged cultivator disappeared at the gate of the palace, there was a dull thunder sound from the sky outside the palace.

On an originally peaceful summer night, a strong wind suddenly blew up, and the veils on the palace pillars flew up, and the princesses and noble daughters wore pendants on their heads, and the beads collided with each other to make a crisp sound.

"Crossing the tribulation, Your Majesty, the immortal master is going to cross the alchemy calamity!"

The prime minister, the head of civil servants, stood up, with his gray beard fluttering under his chin, and excitedly said to the emperor: "A good omen, this is a good omen for the country!"

The emperor was also very excited. It is difficult for monks to produce a golden core out of thousands of people, and from the moment they step into the realm of forming a core, their lifespan will suddenly be extended from two to three hundred years old in the foundation establishment period to a thousand years old, and they will be able to sympathize with heaven and earth, triggering a thunder disaster.

The monks who established the foundation have mastered spells, can fly objects, and have a lifespan of two to three hundred years. They have already been admired and admired by mortals in the world.

However, since the formation of the pill, it can be regarded as the real step on the road.

Because the formation of alchemy is not only related to spiritual roots, but also related to one's perception of "Tao", even if the excellent qualifications of single spiritual root and foreign spiritual root are limited to monks who have built a foundation and reached the end of their life, there are not a few monks.

And right now, they are about to witness the birth of a Golden Core cultivator!

"Go, go and have a look, all go and have a look!" The emperor stood up from the throne, his bright yellow sleeves fluttering in the wind, and walked out of the hall in good spirits.

A group of courtiers followed closely behind.

Seeing this, Wei Yuan said to Wei Lang who was behind him, "Let's go out and have a look too."

Wei Lang responded, pushed Wei Yuan out of the hall, and came to the long corridor in front of the hall.

Originally, the weather here was very good. In the evening, the sunset glowed and the heat of the day was exhausted. It was suitable for leisure and banquets.

However, at this moment, there are only dark clouds rolling in all directions, like galloping horses, gathering towards a distant hilltop.

"That's Kanqi Mountain on the outskirts of the imperial city."

Prince Gong walked up to Wei Yuan and said, "Generally speaking, the higher the realm, the more powerful the thunder disaster. Fortunately, Master Bian broke through from foundation establishment to alchemy formation. Otherwise, if he suddenly broke through in place, even if he went to the mountains in the suburbs , I am afraid that half of the imperial city will be affected and razed to the ground."

Of course, most of the places where monks comprehend the way of heaven and earth and break through the realm are in barren mountains and great swamps, and this kind of situation rarely happens.

Then he sighed again: "I hope Master Bian can get through this thunder calamity safely."

The handsome and gentle young man stood in a corner under the porch outside the palace, watching Wei Yuan and Prince Gong sitting and standing, one in green and one in red, they got along naturally and familiarly.

The right hand under the robe sleeve tightly pinched the red sandalwood handle of the folding fan, and his heart trembled endlessly.

He proposed to let Wei Yuan play the qin, and he added that the sound of the qin can communicate with ghosts and gods, but he wanted the emperor to tie a knot in Wei Yuan's heart.

After all, if you get involved with ghosts and gods, you may gain some prestige, but your official career will definitely be difficult from then on.

There will not be any superiors who are willing to use a subject who claims to be able to communicate with ghosts and gods, because it is difficult to control.

To put it more seriously, monks ten thousand years ago did not set foot in mortal dynasties, and it is often this kind of people who fool the people to rebel when the world is in chaos.

Who would have thought that the melody of the piano by Second Master Wei, who is obviously a mortal body, could actually make the foundation-building stage monks break through to the Golden Core!

He has read tens of thousands of volumes and knows that such things are not uncommon throughout the ages.

The ancient sages and Confucians, and even skilled craftsmen, actually have their own "Tao".

When Wen Zu created characters in ancient times, it rained millet in the sky and ghosts cried at night.

Mrs. Ban read through the collection of books and classics, and wrote 120 volumes of history. When the book was completed, the sky was filled with rainbows and colorful phoenixes flew down.

Chen Shengren had tens of thousands of disciples in his life, and he taught etiquette and righteousness in words, regardless of his birth or gender. Every time he sat down to explain the scriptures to his disciples, seven-colored smallpox would fall.

Master Zhao's sword will trigger a dense sword energy within a hundred miles, like the grass and trees withering in the severe winter.

So many kinds, too many to count.

These people don't have spiritual roots, and their lifespans are less than a hundred years old, but they can also resonate with the world, and they will last forever.

Young Master Wei is only fifteen or sixteen years old, besides his superb medical skills, has his piano skills reached such a level? !

What an ability to use the sound of the zither to induce monks to break through!

He could already see that the reputation of Second Young Master Wei would spread throughout the world as if he had grown wings, would attract many monks to flock to him, and would make the emperor pay attention and even respect him.

Such a person is on good terms with Prince Gong, looking at all the princes, who can compete with Prince Gong for the throne? !

But his family has been planning for His Highness the Fifth Highness since he was born, and he even served as an accompanying student. He grew up with His Highness the Fifth Highness since he was a child, so how could he be willing to hand over the management for many years to others?

"Brother Wei, it's windy and lightning, so scary." Fairy Feng ran over frowning, and leaned delicately in front of Wei Yuan's knees.

"The fairy will go back to the house and ask the maid to close the door." Wei Yuan replied.

"No!" Fairy Feng puffed up her face, "Brother Wei, I won't be afraid."

At this moment, Wei Yuan also saw that she wasn't really scared, but just wanted to come over to act coquettishly, so he smiled.

Look at Feng Baoer standing behind her, although she is trying to maintain her composure, her small body is trembling and her face is pale——

This is really scary.

"Come here too." Wei Yuan, who always loves children more, waved to Feng Bao'er.

Feng Bao'er glanced at Feng Xianzi, and saw that her younger sister's face was a bit ugly, and she knew in her heart that Feng Xianzi didn't want her to get close to Wei Yuan, but right now the dark clouds were piling up and the thunder was rumbling, she was really scared, and she was anxious to find someone she could rely on. people.

Since she left home, she has only had a nanny to rely on, and the nanny hasn't come here today.

So trembling, he walked to Wei Yuan's side, and took the slender and cool hand that was stretched out towards her.

That hand was like a work of art carved out of white jade, not very strong for a man, but after Feng Baoer held it, the trembling all over his body gradually stopped.

As if as long as you hold this hand firmly, you don't have to be afraid of anything.

The twin sisters, one on the left and one on the right, are both leaning against Wei Yuan.

The handsome and gentle young man watched this scene from afar, rubbing his smooth fan bones with his fingers, thoughtful.

Wei Yuan raised his face slightly, and saw thunderclaps gathered on the peaks of the mountains in the distance, one after another clattering down, the sound was shocking.

Although he manifested the "Tao" with the sound of the zither to lure the middle-aged monk to break through, how much he can comprehend and whether he can successfully pass through the alchemy still depends on the individual's spirituality.

The thunder struck 36 times, and the last one was the most astonishing. It fell from the air like a huge shiny blade, making a rumbling noise that could be heard throughout the imperial city, and cut off half of the mountain.

Both Fairy Feng and Bao'er were frightened, they yelled together, covered their ears, and lay face down on Wei Yuan's lap, like two frightened chicks.

"Okay, okay, it's over." Wei Yuan stroked the tops of the two furry heads.

At this time, a bright light flashed across the sky, and the middle-aged monk appeared in front of everyone with the sword at his feet.

His gossip Taoist robe was torn to pieces by the thunder, and he could barely cover his body, but his exposed skin became delicate and smooth, and his eyes were as bright as electricity.

The original slightly white temples turned green, and even the whole person's aura has changed. Every movement of his hands and feet can draw energy, revealing a mysterious Taoist rhyme.

"Thank you, my lord, for your success." The middle-aged monk didn't look at anyone else, strode up to Wei Yuan, and gave a deep bow, "Now I want to retreat to consolidate my realm, so I won't be able to accompany my lord to have a banquet."

"If you are driven by the young master in the future, I will do whatever I want, even if I am lost, I will repay him in return for this deep kindness."

As you hear the news, you can die in the evening.

What's more, Wei Yuan's helping him to achieve the golden elixir is undoubtedly a great kindness, so this monk surnamed Bian made such a heavy promise.

After finishing speaking, the middle-aged monk left in a hurry with his sword, presumably as he said, he was going to find a place to retreat next.

It is now night, and the dark clouds piled up in the sky scattered, revealing the bright moon like a jade plate, and sprinkled the clear light in front of Hanguang Hall.

Seeing this, the emperor laughed and said, "It's a great fortune for you to witness the breakthrough of Immortal Master Bian's golden elixir here today, and it's also a great fortune for the country!"

"Tonight, our monarchs and ministers should have a banquet and have fun together. If you don't get drunk, you won't return!"

Civil servants and generals also smiled and clapped their hands in agreement: "Yes, if you don't get drunk, you won't return!"

When Wei Yuan was pushed into the Hanguang Hall again, his position had been moved to the position where Master Bian Xian was before. During the banquet, everyone was obviously warm to him, inviting him to drink orders, drumming and drawing lottery. Shoulder to shoulder.

The son of the Taichang family, who had a marriage contract with Wei Gui, called Wei Yuan affectionately before Wei Gui entered the door of his house.

The emperor even directly gave the priceless Duyouqin to Wei Yuan, saying that it is kindness to choose the owner of the thing and return it.

The lights were gone all night, and the cups were exchanged for a change. This banquet, which the monarch and his subjects enjoyed together, did not dissipate until the sky dawned.