The indescribable Taoist Lord

Entering the invisible portal above Chang'an is like entering another world.

Like all the small worlds where sects are stationed, the green peaks of Taihao sky stand tall, hanging like swords. The vegetation has its own beauty, and there are also clusters of clouds accompanying it. The majestic atmosphere gathers at the top, giving it a worldly atmosphere of Confucianism, Taoism and immortality.

Thousands of miles around the small world is the pure land of Taihao. There are formations to harmonize the mountains and rivers, gathering spiritual wisdom, and a courtyard with fourteen peaks. There are no ordinary people coming and going in the courtyard, and everyone sitting and lying on the peaks is cultivating holy virtues.

This is the atmosphere of the most sacred place in the Tang Dynasty, where the heritage has been accumulated for thousands of years. In terms of strength, it is even comparable to the Immortal Family and Taoist Clan that have been passed down for tens of thousands of years.

"Zhenyuan is where lectures are usually held. You are invited by me to live in Limingfeng. I will find a small courtyard for you. You can also bring the president of the Literary Academy with you. The courtyard is fully equipped with daily utensils, and more There is no need to worry about daily expenses. However, you must attend the morning classes in the hospital on time every day, follow the teachings of the Taoist priest, and come to me once a week after school."

Zhang Qinghe's mouth twitched, as Li Shaobai arranged everything in an orderly manner, giving him the illusion that he had been taken back to his true heritage without his consent.

Before he could ask where he lived, within a moment, a servant came to lead the way.

"It's difficult for me to comment on the "Floating Chapter" that you have compiled, but I can give some suggestions on how to find your own path. After all, my method is completely self-realized and does not imitate those of my predecessors."

The two of them talked while walking, and several servants were amazed by Li Shaobai's closeness.

Among the group of major cultivators who were paying attention to the strange phenomena in the academy, some people had already noticed that Zhang Qinghe's foundation-building method was very different from "Tianzun Suwen's Explanation of the Tao of Gods". Not only that, it was also different from the foundation-building methods that are popular in the world today. There is a big difference, and it is precisely because of this that Li Shaobai took a fancy to this point, so he strived to become a disciple of Dao Tui.

"Your attendant will be here in a short time. He is still responsible for the daily cleaning. It's okay for you to walk around now to get familiar with the true courtyard. When you have time, remember to pick up the disciple's robes from Fengxia courtyard, and The source stone and the method of protecting the Tao are all related matters.

I still need to coach, so I won’t stay for now. "

Li Shaobai spoke softly and explained everything in detail.

"By the way, you can go up and down the Fourteenth Peak of Taihao, but Beiyin Mountain has a radius of ten miles and is inaccessible."

Li Shaobai suppressed his smile when he said this, and he was as cold and serious as if he were a different person. It was obviously a brush-off warning, but even his own voice could not help but add a bit of solemnity and trembling.

This contrast reminded Zhang Qinghe of Li Shaobai's ferocious and strange appearance in his spiritual vision.

The method of self-enlightenment...has also alienated one's own nature to that extent. Does this mean that people in this world cannot break away from this barrier at all?

And whether that twisted nature is something that only I can see and actually has no effect on them, or those existences have long produced bad changes on the monks in this world that I can't currently observe.

Zhang Qinghe silently calculated and planned to observe carefully.

He even had the courage to open his spiritual vision for a moment and scan around.

To his surprise, Taihaotian looked normal in his spiritual vision, with green pines and white deer, and cranes playing in the clouds. It looked like an immortal scene. What was surprising was that there were countless terrifying beings above his head. , and the pressure was removed.

"This doesn't make sense..."

Everything in front of him once again interfered with his judgment. Zhang Qinghe was no longer sure whether the world was really a captive pasture as he thought.

"When people travel through time, they peel off the cocoons layer by layer, and finally face the mastermind behind the scenes. This is a good thing for me. If it is really what I think, I only need to look up and see that the biggest chess player is hanging above my head."

It's not that those things are really hanging in the sky, but that they are separated from the world by layers of dimensions, but they still reach out into the world.

During his first spiritual vision in the city, Zhang Qinghe never raised his head in just a few breaths. He already had a splitting headache just by experiencing the almost crazy babble when he was invaded by external demons when he realized enlightenment. Their true appearance, he didn't believe that the life-saving talisman that the soul's origin did not belong to this world could still preserve his sanity.

After the spiritual vision ended, Zhang Qinghe's face showed a strange look.

In this short period of time, Daoji's concentration speed actually improved a little. Others may be flocking to this kind of talent, but he is just thinking that the next time he looks inside, he may be close to something weirder and weirder, or receive more twisted knowledge, so he must prepare early.

The servant who led the way just thought that the young man who had recently been admitted to the hospital liked to be in a daze - there were some examples in the real hospital. The most typical representative is the young master from the Lin'an Wang family. In terms of cultivation, he has reached Dharma status and can be regarded as one of the hundreds of unique talents in the world. However, he keeps talking about "observing things" and "knowing and doing" every day.

Those who didn't know clearly thought they were possessed by a demon, but they, the handymen, often saw the man sitting in meditation facing the mountains after work, as if they wanted to see the dead thing clearly.

But what’s so good about mountains? What kind of truth is contained in the mountains? Not only those idiots like them, but also the masters, sub-sages, and saints in the courtyard did not understand that the Prince of Lin'an, a proud prince, was always punished for absenteeism.

He wasn't upset, but he still missed his morning and evening homework every day and sat in front of the mountain.

And as he moved from induction to Daoji, and then from Guiyuan to Dharma, everyone became suspicious. No one dared to be sure that there was no reason in the dead things, and some students even tried to imitate others. , but in the end it was left to nothing because there was no clue.

If that person could eventually become a saint, or even become an immortal, the servants dared to say that the swarms of gentlemen who came to him would probably make all the turf on Tahotian Mountain bare.

Of course, this is a digression, so let's leave it aside for now. Seeing Zhang Qinghe come to his senses, the leading servant bowed respectfully.

"Xiao Langjun, this is your villa."

Taihaotian worships poetry, calligraphy, etiquette and art, and the servants of Zhenyuan are also experienced in ink. If they have gained the Taoist foundation, they can be recommended as students.

Zhang Qinghe looked at this villa, with its blue brick walls and plain roof tiles. A peach tree about ten years old had been planted in the courtyard by predecessors. It looked elegant and secluded from the world, with a special meaning.

only……

"Is there no one around here for miles?" Zhang Qinghe frowned.

This choice of location made him extremely insecure.

Although he had most likely avoided the danger of death after entering Taihaotian, what he now distrusted was not only the risks from people, but the world itself.

"Back to Xiao Langjun, the Taihao sky is vast and quiet, and there are thousands of miles of spiritual land. However, the true academy only recruits people who can practice. The old place is vast and sparsely populated, and because the students live separately in the fourteen peaks, it is inappropriate to say that even We, the mud-legged ones, are more numerous than all of you gentlemen and students."

Zhang Qinghe nodded and felt a little relieved. This ruled out that he was deliberately arranged to be here.

"Don't worry, young gentleman. Your familiar companion will be here soon, and he will never let me live here alone. Besides, the majestic energy in the peak is always strong, and there is no need to worry about safety when major repairs come and go."

Zhang Qinghe nodded in thanks.

Xiaowu is a mortal, let alone a cultivator who has never carried Yukong with him, and walked from the teleportation portal in the city to Tahaotian, and then climbed to the other courtyard of Lifefeng Peak. It was already dusk.

The golden crow is sinking in the west, it’s almost night...