"In 2018, on the 25th day of the fourth lunar month, the Sanyang Temple on Huangyang Mountain..." "The first offering is to Chong Yunzi, the founder of Sanyang Temple, and the spiritual master Qinghua Zhenren, and the second offering is to..." Amidst the classical vocal music, the ceremony presided over by the temple master finally kicked off. It can be seen that there are more than a hundred Taoist priests presiding over the ceremony, not to mention the people who maintain order. In addition to the Sanyang Temple, many people were transferred from other Taoist temples. The entire Huangyang Mountain was crowded with people. The temple was full of people who came to watch the ceremony and the people who came to see the name of the temple. From the top of the mountain to the foot of the mountain, there were people everywhere. Even in the hidden places, people from the Abnormal Affairs Investigation Team were seen lurking in the crowd, observing the surroundings, expecting what they expected to happen. At this moment, all the Taoist priests in Sanyang Temple were also very excited. In the smoke of incense, everyone knelt on the ground and invited a statue several meters high to the altar of the main hall. It was a Taoist in white clothes, with a long sword on his back and a spiritual tree in his hand. He looked at the audience calmly, vividly reproducing the demeanor of the gods on the clouds. Lin Housheng, the master of Sanyang Temple, is now over 60 years old. At this age, he has reached the end of his life. The more he is now, the more he desires to pursue Taoist legends and immortals, especially when he sees such legends and mythical beings appear in his eyes. Decades of piety, faith and doubt intertwined, settled down in an instant, and turned into complete belief. He looked at the statue of the ancestor on the stage, his face full of fanaticism, kneeling on the ground and chanting the name of the ancestor devoutly. The ceremony lasted for three days and three nights. Lin Housheng, the master of Sanyang Temple, was so old, and he knelt under the statue of the ancestor and prayed devoutly throughout the whole process. Even his apprentices and disciples could not persist in such asceticism, but Lin Housheng persisted. On the first day of the ceremony of worshipping the ancestor at Sanyang Temple, there were huge crowds of people at the foot of the mountain. Many people stood under the scorching sun for a whole day, but still did not see any so-called immortal miracles. Most of them dispersed directly on the second day. On the third day, there were only a few people left. In the main hall, there were cloud patterns carved on the red pillars, dragons and phoenixes on the wooden windows, and the statues of the ancestors were placed side by side with many immortals and Buddhas, and even placed in the center. At night, the green lights were dim, and the statues reflected blurred and elongated shadows under the dim lights. Lin Housheng and his disciples wore gorgeous Taoist robes that were completely different from their usual simple clothes. Lin Housheng was wearing a robe with various Taoist auspicious patterns embroidered with gold and silver threads. The sun, moon, stars, eight trigrams and auspicious clouds set off each other. With Lin Housheng's white hair and long white beard, he looked like an immortal. But at this moment, the face of the temple master Lin Housheng was pale. If it were not for his belief and firm belief in the ancestor, he would have given up long ago. In a trance, the master Lin Housheng suddenly saw ripples in front of his eyes. He could only see the statue of the founder shining brightly. The blazing white light illuminated the whole room, like a fairyland. The light pierced the master Lin Housheng's eyes and he couldn't open them. He turned his head desperately to cover his eyes. But as he opened his eyes, he saw a dizzy feeling. The whole world turned upside down and changed. The sky and the earth changed color and changed. He seemed to fall from the endless void. The clouds and the strong wind passed by him, making a whirring sound. "Ah!" The strong sense of weightlessness scared Lin Housheng so much that he screamed, and even the Taoist crown on his head fell off, and all the gray hair on his head fell off. When he fell to the bottom, he felt like something was holding him up. The dizziness made him lose his direction, and he got up from the ground for a long time. When he stood up, he looked around and saw that he was no longer in the Taoist temple, but in front of a huge fairy mountain palace. The huge palace and the fairy mountain under his feet were towering into the clouds, as if floating in the clouds. In the distance was a vast ocean with no end in sight. He stood in front of a ladder to heaven, looking up at the palace. The mist floated under his feet, and the breeze under the cold moon swept across his face. Everything was so real. When the mist passed through his body, it seemed to soothe his heart, and his whole soul became pure and transparent. Shock and surprise surged on his face. He trembled and moved his steps. He walked forward desperately under the constant trembling. He walked up the stairs step by step, walked onto the huge square, and looked up at the huge gate in front of the palace. "Qinghua Palace!" The gate of the palace opened heavily, and the strong wind swept over his body, pulling him through the square paved with white jade, spinning and flying over the golden and jade hall, crossing the ancient corridors, and the overlapping painted paper doors passed by him, and finally arrived at the cliff behind the palace. I only saw two figures sitting cross-legged under a sacred tree with white leaves and full of immortal fruits. The immortal fruits were emitting spiritual light. Just taking a sniff, I felt my soul floating up. A spiritual baby was sitting solemnly inside the fruit. The sacred tree full of immortal fruits was glowing with divine light. The cold moon was in the sky, and Jianfeng Immortal Mountain. On the cliff surrounded by clouds and mist, two immortals were playing chess under the immortal tree. The immortal tree was emitting spiritual light, like a fluorescent river swirling around it. The two immortals were sitting under the tree, as if they were sitting on the Milky Way. One of them had silver hair and a childlike face, wearing a moon-white robe. It was Chong Yunzi, the founder of Sanyang Temple, whom Lin Housheng thought. One of them looked like an eight or nine-year-old girl, but her face was indifferent and cold, as cold as a female fairy in the clouds. She was wearing a gorgeous colorful feathered dress, and the clothes were as thin as cicada wings. There were countless layers of overlapping layers, and they moved without wind under the moon. The two of them just sat there, their bodies couldn't help but emit a faint light. Compared to the mountains and the sea, they were like dazzling stars, dancing with the silver moon. The chessboard was clearly black and white, but if you look closely, you can feel that the inside is like the Milky Way. Every chess piece that fell was like a star swaying and falling. When Lin Housheng saw the ancestor at this moment, tears filled his eyes with excitement, and the blue veins on his neck burst out, as if his decades of faith had finally been recognized. He knelt down in front of the two people: "Disciple Sanyang Temple's 72nd generation master Qingyun, secular name Lin Housheng, greets the ancestor Chongyunzi!" But when he raised his head, he saw that the two seemed to ignore him and continued to play chess under the moon. Lin Housheng knelt down again, kneeling three times and kowtowed nine times. "Disciple Sanyang Temple's 72nd generation master Qingyun, secular name Lin Housheng, greets the ancestor Chongyunzi!" He still didn't get any response. The two immortals seemed to be immersed in the game of chess at this moment, and they didn't care about the words and desires of a mortal like him. Lin Housheng crawled on his face, kneeling at every step, until he was lying at the feet of the Grandmaster Chong Yunzi, and lying under the fairy tree. "Grandmaster! Grandmaster! I come here with all my heart, seeking the Dharma!" The more Lin Housheng took a step forward, the more excited he became. His body shook like a sieve, and his voice was trembling and hoarse. "Please... please... Grandmaster, reopen the gate to the immortal world and guide us into the gate of the immortal way!" Lin Housheng crawled on his face under the fairy tree, tears streaming down his face, his head constantly knocking against the stone under his feet, his voice choking. "Disciple... I have devoted myself to the Tao for more than sixty years. I entered the Tao when I was young, and sincerely pursued the path of immortality. I traveled thousands of mountains and rivers, but could not get it. Today, I sincerely pray to the Grandmaster to pass on the Dharma and grant me the great method of immortality!" The voice of Lin Housheng crawling on the ground as he said this was as if every word was stained with blood, so shrill that even saliva kept splashing out from between his teeth. No matter how he expressed his feelings and shouted, the ancestor Chong Yunzi did not look away from him. His eyes contained the stars, the sun and the moon, the great way of heaven and earth, but not him. When he raised his head again, he saw that the two immortals under the tree had dispersed with the wind, turning into smoke and disappearing in the air. The chessboard was like a galaxy, swallowing up all the chess pieces, leaving only three white pieces on it, which turned into three cyan pills. "Ancestor! Ancestor!" Lin Housheng stood up excitedly, constantly looking around, looking for the figure of the ancestor Chong Yunzi, but still did not get any response. The scene just now was like a beautiful dream in his imagination. With a slight poke, it instantly turned into bubbles and disappeared! "How could this happen! How could this happen!" Lin Housheng shouted helplessly, standing under the fairy tree emitting the light of the fairy spirit and said sadly. After a long time, he was so distraught that he noticed the chessboard. He gently picked up the three green pills left on the chessboard. The pills emitted a faint aura, and they looked not like pills, but rather like three beautiful jades. When he picked up the pills, he saw a line of vertical words appear on the chessboard, flowing like dew and condensing like clouds. "The time has not come yet!" The sky spun, the sea of clouds changed color, and in an instant, Lin Housheng opened his eyes. At this moment, he realized that he was still sitting in the hall of Sanyang Temple. Everything just now was like an illusory and ethereal dream, a fantasy he had under desire and fatigue. But at this moment, when he let go of his hand, he saw three green pills in the old palm.