Even the heads of various sects, the real person in this world would not have the chance to step on this mountain gate.

People come and practice every day. Some people never hear the name of this Taoist when they go up the mountain, and never see this person until they die, just as if this person is not like this person on Tianzhu Peak.

"Who is that person?"

"Hahaha, a good question, I want to know the old Taoist priest too."

"It's probably an immortal?"

The old man smiled and said, "It has been two hundred years since I came to the mountain at the age of you."

"That mountain is still like this."

"Maybe when my life is over, this mountain will still be the same."

"Come on, let's not mention this matter, I will take you to see the first real person in this lineage."

The old Taoist took them to pay homage to the real person. The real person has a ethereal temperament, dignified and calm manner. Cui Yuanzhen looked solemn. Just as he was about to pay homage, he saw the real person's expression stagnated. He raised his eyes slightly. In the void, the clouds were floating, and it was vaguely possible.

Hearing the crisp sound of the jade chime, the real person's expression suddenly changed and suddenly said, "You three are waiting. I have something to do, let's go!"

Before the words were finished, the real person turned into a stream of light and flew away.

Everyone was shocked and looked out, and saw the vast and heavy yellow clouds, and the flowing light flew away, either riding on the clouds and fog, or riding on the back of a crane, and entering the highest pillar of heaven, which was dazzling,

It was astonishing that the old Taoist seemed to have thought of something, his eyes widened, and he walked forward step by step, saying, "This, this... is it..."

Cui Yuanzhen said: "Is that Taoist priest who came out of seclusion?"

Su Yue'er and the young man from the Cui family sighed: "I don't know what an important thing is."

Many real people gathered in front of the simple Taoist temple on Tianzhu Peak.

The Taoist, who was unknown to many years old, has already left the Taoist temple.

At this moment, I was holding a piece of paper in my hand, with new ink written poems on it.

He looked down at him.

Many real people are extremely respectful.

I don’t know how long it has passed, the Taoist who has been meditating here for thousands of years put down the white paper in his hand and suddenly spoke:

"I just meditated, like a dream but not a dream, as if I saw a picture and woke up."

Many real people are curious.

When meditating at Taoism, you must break the four gates and restrain the soul.

What a heavy thing that can awaken this person during meditation?!

One person took a step forward and asked:

"You dare to ask senior, what did you see?"

The Taoist put the white paper on the table, pondered for a long time, looked down at the world, recalling the breath he felt when he was meditating. He had already controlled this world. The world was so big that there was really someone who could let him know nothing.

, close to such a close distance, if the young man had not shown his breath [deliberately], he would not have noticed it...

I recalled the young man's eyes were smiling, the old man caressed his beard, and the plum blossoms were in full bloom, as if they were illusory, but the white paper fell, but it was extremely real.

He clearly had such a way, but he showed his breath.

Too deliberate.

Could it be that I would like to remind me not to meditate here. Is it meaningless to meditate simply?

The immortal caresses my head, and the hair is full of immortality...

Is this poem a self-proclaimed?

So my heart couldn't help but feel ups and downs. After a long time, I sighed with a few complexities and said lightly:

"Under the plum tree, I saw a young man discussing the story with the old man."
Chapter completed!