In this beam of light, everything around Chu Hao seemed to be illuminated in an instant. Then, the sound from ancient times sounded, like a bell swaying, or like a hammer hitting a wooden fish, making people unconsciously quiet.

"What did you see?"

Chu Hao was stunned at first, not knowing whether it was the Buddha statue asking him or someone behind him asking him. But he knew that he had been dragged into this space at this moment and could not break free no matter what.

In this only light source, Chu Hao seemed to see his own shadow. It was Ling Fei, who was in the fifth level of heaven. Before he was penetrated by a sword, he was teasing the female disciple in the sect with a slut. The appearance of the prodigal son and the slutty smile made Chu Hao feel like he was a different world.

"I saw myself."

Chu Hao was confused and answered blankly, then seemed to be wrong and said, "No, that was my previous life."

As the picture turned in the beam, Chu Hao saw different scenery again. After the second heaven's little prince Chu Hao was knocked down an internal ban, he instantly changed from a pride of heaven to a waste. During the three years of depression, rumors and humiliation accompanied him.

"What did you see again?"

The sound rang again.

Chu Hao murmured, "I saw myself."

"Who is yourself?" The voice came slowly, like a stream flowing, with a trickle of sound.

"I don't know." Chu Hao had completely forgotten, and he didn't even think about why this voice knew his past and present life. His soul was reborn. Only Chen Honghong knew about this. "It should be all."

The golden light slowly became dim, and the sound began to become inauspicious, "If it were you, why is there only one you now? Those are your colors, the four elements are empty, the six senses are nothing, what you see is yourself, but not yourself, because you do not belong to any of them now, you are new and former, you are just empty."

"Is color empty?" Chu Hao suddenly came back to his senses, and finally understood that the person who was talking to him was a Buddhist practitioner.

However, a hint of horror and shock arose in his heart. The sound seemed to know everything. If Chu Hao had not seen the Giant Wood Immortal Lord, he would have to be affected by this sound now.

"What is Tao?"

After Chu Hao gradually felt a little self-conscious, the voice spoke again.

This time, there was still chaotic darkness around, and the Buddha statue became faint. Chu Hao laughed and said, "Do you want to tell me the Buddhist path? Sorry, I'm not going to be the Buddhist path, and I can't answer."

“No, just say ‘Tao’.”

The sound is slowly playing, with fluctuations and changes, and the rhythm is high and low: "What is Tao?"

Chu Hao just regarded this voice as a Buddha statue. When he heard the persistent question, Chu Hao pondered for a moment and said, "Since the Tao is a man, if there is no man, there is no Tao. The Tao is derived from man. No matter what kind of Tao is created by man, this is the ultimate Tao."

"Wrong." The Buddha statue sighed, but did not say anything was right.

Chu Hao was filled with anger. Since this Buddha statue was wrong, at least he had to say the right thing to convince him. Although Chu Hao practiced the great Taoist magic, he only had the basics and even said that the great immortals were all covered. And this Buddha statue was naturally completely different from the level to discuss the Tao with him. How could he explain it clearly?

I'm afraid no one in the entire mortal world can answer this question.

At first, Chu Hao was wondering whether this Buddha statue could enlighten him some truth, but it seemed that this Buddhist practitioner was not so kind. When he thought Chu Hao had answered wrong, he kept silent.

"What the hell is this?" After a long time, Chu Hao couldn't help it and said, "Who are you? Have you finished asking? Is it time for me to ask you questions now?"

The Buddha statue ignored Chu Hao's intentions at all, and did not answer Chu Hao's thoughts. Just when Chu Hao felt extremely bored, the Buddha statue spoke again, "There are three thousand roads, which kind of road are you following?"

"What path am I going?"

Chu Hao was stunned and said, "The way of Yin and Yang, the way of heaven and earth."

"Wrong, this is a small path, not a great path." The Buddha statue replied.

"What is the Great Dao?" Chu Hao couldn't help but ask.

The Buddha statue seemed to be stopped by Chu Hao. This sentence is like the Great Dao, which is difficult to answer. The Buddha statue sighed and said, "What a cunning boy."

Chu Hao smiled and said, "We are each other. If you want to ask me questions, of course you have to correct me and answer my questions."

"I don't know either." The Buddha statue sighed: "I can show you an image..."

"What image?"

Chu Hao was inexplicably surprised, but in fact, there was no need for Chu Hao to speak again. The fingers of the Buddha statue had already touched the void beside him. A golden light flashed, and a mist-like space appeared in the hazy light that cut through the dark chaos.

In a bamboo forest, there is a yard where a bald monk in a cassock and a middle-aged man in purple robe and a golden armor sit opposite each other in front of a star-like stone bench. Outside the yard, there is a huge stone tablet with ten golden characters engraved with rain. The rain has been washed away for a long time, and the handwriting is mottled. It is "the world's number one road."

"The first path in the world."

Chu Hao's body was shocked. He was such a big name. I was afraid that no one in the entire mortal world would dare to regard himself like this! I just didn't know who these two people were. The projection in the golden light might just be a fragment that happened in the past. Not only did Chu Hao know where it was, but the appearance of the two people was as empty as this chaos, and it was not real to see it.

“…Donator, do you have to do this?”

Chu Hao knew that the conversation between the two had begun. Although he didn't know their respective identities, he listened quietly.

"No one can stop me, and you can't do it! You can't just say this nonsense when you come here today, right?" The tone of the man in purple robe was unquestionable.

"Why are you doing this?"

"Since the old monk is here, I won't hide it from you. I want to go to heaven and earth, and I am the only one! Even if I can't go to heaven, I have to take root, not seeking to transcend the three realms, but only seeking one person in the world and no longer being controlled by the top!" The man in purple robe said, pointing to the sky domineeringly, and then made a disdainful gesture.

What a domineering person!

Chu Hao was shocked when he heard this. Looking at the past and present, there were very few people who dared to say such words. Even Chu Hao did not have such a big ambition. Who is this person?

In a vague way, Chu Hao seemed to have seen the secret from ancient times, and was shocked, and was even more curious and expectant. He knew that neither this monk nor the middle-aged man in purple robe would be an ordinary person.

"What is Tao?"

The monk asked the exact same sentence.

The man in purple robe seemed to be holding the red scroll and said lightly: "I am the Tao."

The monk's reaction was very shocked, but he also felt that this should be what the man in the purple robe should answer. He shook his head and said, "What is the way of the king?"

"I am the king's way. If I disobedient, I will step over him!

"What is domineering?"

"I am the way of domineering. Even if I am obedient, I have to step over!"

The monk was speechless for a long time, but the man in purple robe picked up a sip of bamboo tea on the stone table and slid his lips lightly.

However, the questions and answers of these two people caused a huge uproar in Chu Hao's heart. No matter what the man in purple robe answered, he had a sense of innate dominance and courage that was as strong as heaven and earth. Ordinary people were not taken seriously by him, and the way of heaven was nothing more than an intake to him.

"The donor's 'Tao' is so terrible!"

The monk was as quiet as wood and stone and sighed, "Since that's the case, the old monk will inevitably prove his truth with the donor."

"What is the master trying to achieve? Is it the way in his mouth or the way in his hands?" Although the man in purple robe seemed unintentional, he had changed his name. Obviously, he did not take the monk seriously, but because of the "Tao" he walked.

"What is the way of mouth?" the monk frowned.

"The way in your mouth is to swallow mountains and rivers, spit out stars, breathe the six-fold, smile and accept all rivers, use the vast ocean as a fine wine, borrow the heaven and earth as a fine wine, eat dragon liver, drink phoenix marrow, prove the longevity of heaven and earth, and shine with the sun and the moon!"

The monk sighed again, "What is the way in your hands?"

The man in purple robe laughed, "The way in his hand is to hold the magic sword, divide the nine heavens, shake the five mountains, traverse the seven seas, use the Tianshan Mountains as the pillar, radiate the lightning as the reins, bind the spring and autumn, pull the sun and the moon, tie the horses that pass through the gap, and become the constant of the Beidou!"

The monk took a breath and said, "What a great courage, does the donor want to regard Jiutian Mountain as the center of the world?"

The man in purple robe did not answer, but his proud posture had already explained everything.

"Is this the donor's way..."

"It's not far away." The man in purple robe obviously had some more words, but he no longer planned to say it.

"So, the donor has other ways?"

"The sun and moon in the sky are just the appearance of all things. Hongmeng's cycle is hidden outside the appearance. My tangible way, but not the invisible way." The man in purple robe shook his head and said, "If he can control Hongmeng and decide whether the sun and moon are turning, maybe I can see the invisible way."

Speaking of this, the man in purple robe asked, "I don't know what the master's way is?"

"Since the donor's way is different, then I also have different words."

"Okay, let's hear it."

"The way in the mouth is to sing the strong wind, toss the green clouds, toss the sky, and toss the sounds thousands of miles away. The universe is the heart, the rainbows and the mouthpiece are turned into dragons, the roars, the phoenix songs, and listen to the thunder without rhyme, and get the joy of the juntian."

The man in purple robe stroking his palm, "Miao Lu, then what is the way in his hand?"

"Playing the Yaoqin, moving the eight wildernesses, upside down the six desires, seducing the seven emotions, using rivers as silk and bamboo, turning the flood cave into the advocacy, regulating yin and yang, dividing the sams and scooping, scooping the tears of the pearls, reflecting the bright moonlight."

"It's interesting." The man in purple robe smiled after listening to it, "The monk did not recite scriptures, but instead went to learn the rhythm. It was just that the small sound could be heard, the big sound was faint, and the Taoist priest's Tao was hidden among the wind and clouds of the rivers and seas. We have no blessing to listen."

The monk said silently, but he saw the determination of the man in the purple robe. He only heard the man in the purple robe smile and said, "Old monk, you are not much different from your verbal skills. If you want to decide the winner, I am afraid you will have to compete with me again."

"For the sake of the people, I asked." Ling Dao Ren lowered his hand with one hand and raised his hand in front of his chest.

"I'm also for the people, you invited me!" The man in purple robe laughed, stood up from the stone bench, clenched his left hand into a fist, and slowly sent it forward. He made a slow move, but it brought out a strong wind, like a dragon and snake, like a left and right, like a top and down, like a straight and curved, like a slow and fast, a plain punch contained endless changes, and the way was simplified, without any flaws, as if it could control all magic...

With just one punch, Chu Hao felt that he was having difficulty breathing. Looking from a distance, it was as if the fist wind was aimed at him and could not move at all!

He was still immersed in the conversation between the two. The fist wind suddenly floated. Although it was just a afterimage from countless years ago, it also brought Chu Hao a real breath of death!

The shape is in the fist, so no matter how many years it has existed, it is so domineering!

Even if it is not a physical object, it can still kill people invisibly!

Chu Hao seemed to have seen the tangible way of the man in purple robe. His mouth and tongue were stiff, and his head was buzzing, as if it exploded.

In an instant, purple gold passed by, the light gradually faded away, and the scene disappeared. In the entire chaos and nothingness, only the huge Buddha statue floated again, as if it had not changed forever.

Chu Hao gasped heavily, the horror and horror in his eyes were gradually replaced by excitement and excitement.
Chapter completed!