The Great Tao Chronicle

An Qisheng's entry into the city was not because of the shouting of the big donkey, nor because of a whim.

But when he glanced in the air, he felt the unusual changes in the city's atmosphere.

Dreamland.

The people of this city, and even the city itself, do not exist in reality, they are just manifestations of dreams.

However, the divine will of the person who created this city is extremely high, and everything created by his thoughts is almost real.

In this city, up to people and animals, down to the grass, trees and dust, there is nothing false.

For all those who don't know it, this is the truth.

Because the world of all flesh and blood is a cognitive world where all senses gather, even Tuba and Gongyangyan, because their cognition is crushed, they can't see the slightest flaw.

But it's impossible to hide from him.

"Oh?"

The old man with the bucket hat raised his head slightly, a pair of dark and old eyes flashed with waves, and then he shook his head: "Demonstration in a dream is my Buddha's way, and this little monk does not dare to talk about 'Dao'."

Saying that, the old man drank the wine in the cup and showed it with an empty cup.

'Proving the Way in a Dream...'

Rabbit eight was shocked.

Proving the Way in a dream is like thunder in the world of practice.

According to legend, this method of proving the Way in a dream is the way that the legendary 'Brahma Sage' attained the Way!

This old man with a bamboo hat is actually a monk from Sumeru Foshan?

An Qisheng picked up the wine glass and shook it slightly. There were already ripples in it, and the wine was fragrant. He drank it without hesitation.

"It's really good wine, but the great monk is a good taste."

The light in his eyes was clear, and it was faintly visible that there was a grand and dazzling light ring flickering in it. The cultivation of this old monk seemed to be much more brilliant than that of Qing Wuzhi.

The xinxing practice is especially outstanding, the light is visible, but the breath is not leaked.

It seems to be in front of you, but not in front of you.

Unreal and real.

Putting down the cup, An Qisheng nodded slightly: "However, I heard that there are various precepts in Xumi Foshan, the great monk has violated the precepts."

This city is illusory, and the wine itself is not real. However, its color and taste are all of the highest quality. Even An Qisheng has to admit that the taste is excellent.

Its color, taste, and taste are all true to the truth, so that even An Qisheng, who sees through all this, can still feel the taste of the wine.

"My Buddha is jealous of all kinds of desires, but it does not destroy human nature. Food and color are the root of human beings. Even if I know it, I will not care."

The old man with the bucket hat smiled lightly, but raised his hand and took off the hat: "Not to mention the old monk, but he never really drank."

This is a slightly thin old monk, with a face like a dead tree with deep wrinkles, and only one pair of eyes, which is very bright despite the vicissitudes of life.

Seemingly capable of penetrating people's hearts, Tuba glanced at it, and his heart couldn't help throbbing.

"Ugh?"

Tu Bazheng was startled and suspicious, and suddenly heard an exclamation from Huaizhong Cai Xiaobai: "It's gone, it's all gone!"

"what?"

Tuba was stunned, and then his pupils shrank.

I saw that there were not many guests on the fifth floor, but they all disappeared at some point!

And disappearing at the same time, there is a murmur in the ears.

The whole world suddenly became silent, and for a while, only the voices of each other remained.

I can't help but feel chills in my heart.

"Sect Master!"

At this moment, Gong Yangyan's exclamation came along with the high-pitched cry of the big donkey.

The little old man rode a donkey and crashed directly into the fifth floor. He seemed to be greatly frightened: "This city, this city has ghosts! I..."

The voice stopped abruptly.

Gong Yangyan's face stiffened, he entered through a broken window, but landed right in front of the old monk, was swept away by his gaze, and suddenly stood there stiffly, as if struck by lightning.

More than just a ramyan?

Tuba and Cai Xiaobai, and even the big donkey who opened his mouth wide and spittle flew out, all lost their voices for a while, as if they had become the people in the painting.

It looks so weird.

But An Qisheng smiled. He didn't seem to care about the state of the people, and he didn't argue with him. With a slight movement of his fingers holding the wine glass, he also raised his glass to himself:

"It's not rude to come and go, and the great monk also drinks from me."

"Ok?"

The old monk's long white eyebrows twitched, his eyes fell into the glass, and he saw that the white jade-like glass contained its own wine that was empty and full, slowly rippling.

He was a little surprised.

This city is a corner of the pure land in his heart. Although it is the same as the outside world, it is actually two worlds.

Without his permission, anyone who enters this city will lose their original knowledge, and even if they are not much different from his cultivation, they will never be able to use their magical powers in it.

This person clearly...

After thinking about it in his heart, he raised his eyebrows again, and the wrinkles on the old monk's face seemed to be stretched:

"I thought that fellow Daoist was only physically strong and determined, but I didn't think that fellow Daoist was also a good player. The little monk's subtle methods were laughable and generous."

After all, the old monk didn't care whether there was any problem with the drink in the glass, and he drank it straight away.

Drinking, dropping the glass, An Qisheng smiled lightly, his eyes were gloomy but without a smile: "Although he looks immature, he is not laughable and generous."

To outline an imaginary city with one's thoughts, it is nothing to An Qisheng, but the city built by this old monk is almost the same as the real one.

If the old monk leaves this place, he doesn't need any means. Under the cultivation of spirituality, this city can really turn the virtual into the real.

This kind of magical power is enough to make him face it.

pity......

"Huh~"

The old monk raised his eyebrows slightly, lowered his eyes again, put his hands together in front of his chest, lightly recited the Buddha's name, and said:

"Old monk Fan Wuyi, dare to ask what you call your friends, where did you learn from, where is Xianshan, what method did you learn, and which patriarch did you worship?"

"Vanwuyi?!"

Before An Qisheng could speak, Gong Yangyan, who had been standing still for a long time, suddenly lost his voice, looked at the old monk in front of him, his face twitched violently:

"You, you are Brahma Martial Dao, Brahma Martial Dao Master Brahma Wuyi?! You, are you still alive???"

There is no Brahma!

Looking at the old monk in front of him, Gong Yangyan's heart was surging, and the name was so loud to him, and even to the practitioners of the entire Northwest Road?

Brahma Martial Dao has dominated the Northwest Dao for more than 10,000 years, but these 10,000 years are by no means the peak of Brahma Martial Dao, and even a great decline!

The brilliance of Brahma Martial Dao, even before the founding of the Great Zhou Dynasty, was a truly outstanding sect!

Legend has it that before the Great Zhou established the kingdom, the world was dark and all living beings perished. At that time, the wind was surging, and there were heroes who rose up and fought each other to compete for the ‘Xia Ding’.

Among them, there is the Great Zhou Taizu known as the 'Emperor'.

Taizu of the Great Zhou Dynasty started at the end of the world, holding a dragon stick, and attacked the three thousand military prefectures in the south.

And the Brahma Martial Dao is one of the twenty-eight ways of the Fudi Court, which was set by the Great Zhou Taizu.

At its most glorious time, it ruled over the nineteen states of the Great Zhou Dynasty, which could be called under the imperial court and above the ten thousand sects!

And the Taoist master at that time was Brahma Wuyi!

This is an old antique that has experienced the change of dynasties, the overthrow of the Great Xia, and the competition for the heroes in the world!

"There is no one in Brahma..."

An Qisheng's eyes flickered, Gong Yangyan knew it, and he naturally didn't know it.

even know more.

When Brahma Martial Dao was at its peak, it was once known as the king of all sects, only under the imperial court, but this brilliance did not last long.

It disappeared with the disappearance of Brahma Wuyi, who pushed Brahma Martial Dao to the top with one hand.

It flourished and declined. The Brahma Martial Dao, which once ruled the Nineteenth Dao of the Great Zhou Dynasty and was the king of the various sects, is now almost unable to preserve the Dao of the Frontier.

"Fan martial arts..."

Fan Wuyi first muttered to himself, and then sighed: "30,000 years of changes in the world, does anyone still remember this name? He said that it is eternal, and it really is, hehe..."

"You, are you really Brahma Wuyi, the master of Brahma Martial Arts?"

Gong Yangyan staggered back a few steps, still a little scared: "But it is said that you have already, how could you..."

He was a little unconvinced.

A character like Brahma Wuyi has the ability to see for a long time, but immortality is a matter of immortality. Even a great cultivator of the primordial spirit disappears when he dies.

This is the rule of heaven and earth, and no one can violate it.

Not to mention, if all Brahma died, how could he sit back and watch Brahma Martial Dao degenerate to the level it is today.

"What about living and what about death?"

Fan Wuyi didn't seem to care, he just glanced at the old Taoist who was four feet tall, and then turned to An Qisheng: "Daoist friend?"

An Qisheng restrained his thoughts, and responded calmly: "Poor Dao Hongxuan, learn from Yangshan and mix it up."

"Shouyang Mountain? It doesn't seem to be a famous mountain and holy place..."

Fan Wuyi frowned slightly, as if he had never heard of it before, and shook his head involuntarily: "It's the little monk who is ignorant."

"It's a small faction, and the big monk doesn't know it, so it's not surprising."

An Qisheng's expression was the same as usual, and he didn't seem to be surprised by the identity of this old monk, nor did he care if he knew how to mix it up. He just raised his cup again and said:

"There is so much harassment this time, so let's say goodbye."

"Ok?"

Fan Wu's eyes narrowed, as if he didn't expect the person in front of him to say this.

But then he smiled and said, "Why do fellow Daoists come and go in such a hurry? Since you are in the city, why not leave a few people behind and talk about it~www.readwn.com~ is a pleasure in the world!"

"No, no."

An Qisheng just shook his head: "I can't wait to pass by, I still have important things to do, but it's not good to delay it any longer."

"Not busy, not busy."

Fan Wuyi also shook his head, with a smile on his thin face: "If you have something to do with Daoist, you might as well chat with the little monk, maybe, there will be something to gain..."

'This......'

Looking at the words in front of him, as if he was trying his best to keep an old monk who had been close friends for many years, Gong Yangyan couldn't help but tremble.

I vaguely felt that something was wrong.

The Big Flower Donkey and Bunny Rabbit who sneaked to the side were even more numb, and the hairs all over their bodies stood on end.

This, this is obviously wrong...

boom!

Sure enough, in the next moment, in the hearts of several people, the old monk dropped the cup heavily, the smile on his face disappeared, and it was replaced by a deep indifference:

"Fellow Daoist, do you really want to leave?"

His voice was neither high nor low, and there was no difference in it, but Tuba, Gongyangyan and the others felt a chill in their hearts, only to feel a bone-chilling aura that enveloped every inch of the void around them.

"Even if Brahma Wuyi's real body is here, I can leave if I want, or stay if I want."

An Qisheng's expression remained the same as usual, looking at the old monk sitting next to the table, his tone was as calm as smoke, and his eyes were as deep as the sea:

"I'm just obsessed with a lonely soul, but also want to keep people?"