The bronze door opened a gap, just a gap, but because the door was too big. With that gap, two people walking in side by side won't feel crowded. There was still a dazzling golden light shining from inside the door, which stung An Zheng's eyes.
"Eat."
"Yes, this is the beginning of the first practice."
"It can also be a person, or it can be said to be a... sect. It is said that Daozu first started practicing and founded Dao Sect, and then the practice flourished."
"Is... is anyone here?"
Punong frowned slightly: "A person?"
he asks.
"Come so late."
Because the light was too strong, An Zheng couldn't see anything when he first walked in. He just felt that the surroundings were very warm, like lying lazily on a bench and basking in the sun in the afternoon. Still unable to open my eyes, just as comfortable.
Punong smiled with a little pride.
"I'm not a practitioner."
Punong brought the stew over, then washed two pairs of chopsticks and placed one pair across the table. An Zheng sat down opposite him, still a little embarrassed. Although the white-haired young man sitting across from him was not a cultivator and could not feel the slightest bit of powerful aura, it made him extremely nervous. I don't know what's going on, but that young man who looks extremely ordinary and has no momentum at all, is like a peerless strong man, making An Zheng extremely unnatural.
Punong said, "Fake."
Punong smiled with a little pride.
It was an extremely strong feeling of familiarity, as if An Zheng had returned home.
There was not a single black hair, and it was as white as snow, which made An Zheng feel inexplicably distressed.
He picked the steamed buns out of the pot one by one, placed them on a grate made of cattail grass, and dragged them on the table next to him.
Whether it's Da Chi or Fang Zheng, whose cultivation level seems to be far inferior to An Zheng's now.
An Zheng asked and realized that his voice was extremely hoarse.
Finally, the golden light was no longer so dazzling, and An Zheng slowly opened his eyes and began to adapt to the light here. He fantasized countless times about what he would see behind the bronze door, and every time he imagined it, his heart would surge.
People like An Zheng have long been accustomed to wandering around the world. So in An Zheng's view, home is not a fixed place. As long as his family and friends are around him, anywhere is his home. However, the moment he walked in, An Zheng suddenly had a thought in his mind... go home.
It was an extremely strong feeling of familiarity, as if An Zheng had returned home.
"Are you disappointed?"
An Zheng shook his head. He was not disappointed, not at all.
Finally, the golden light was no longer so dazzling, and An Zheng slowly opened his eyes and began to adapt to the light here. He fantasized countless times about what he would see behind the bronze door, and every time he imagined it, his heart would surge.
"I'm cooking, come over and talk."
Punong brought the stew over, then washed two pairs of chopsticks and placed one pair across the table. An Zheng sat down opposite him, still a little embarrassed. Although the white-haired young man sitting across from him was not a cultivator and could not feel the slightest bit of powerful aura, it made him extremely nervous. I don't know what's going on, but that young man who looks extremely ordinary and has no momentum at all, is like a peerless strong man, making An Zheng extremely unnatural.
"It's me, or you."
But behind the two bronze doors, An Zheng did not see the magnificent scene in his fantasy.
An Zheng hummed and tidied his clothes before entering. Although he was sure that the person he was about to see was only him, he told himself that he had to be solemn. That's not just the past, it's the future. The self in each life seems to be greater than the self in this life, at least he has done many greater things.
"It can also be a person, or it can be said to be a... sect. It is said that Daozu first started practicing and founded Dao Sect, and then the practice flourished."
There was not a single black hair, and it was as white as snow, which made An Zheng feel inexplicably distressed.
This is a very quiet peach forest, with a gravel path winding through it. It was very quiet. The peach blossoms were in full bloom. A few delicate and beautiful butterflies flew in front of An Zheng's face for a while and then flew away into the distance. An Zheng took a deep breath. Everything here felt so quiet and peaceful.
This is a very quiet peach forest, with a gravel path winding through it. It was very quiet. The peach blossoms were in full bloom. A few delicate and beautiful butterflies flew in front of An Zheng's face for a while and then flew away into the distance. An Zheng took a deep breath. Everything here felt so quiet and peaceful.
People like An Zheng have long been accustomed to wandering around the world. So in An Zheng's view, home is not a fixed place. As long as his family and friends are around him, anywhere is his home. However, the moment he walked in, An Zheng suddenly had a thought in his mind... go home.
"It can also be a person, or it can be said to be a... sect. It is said that Daozu first started practicing and founded Dao Sect, and then the practice flourished."
Every peach tree is beautiful, every flower is beautiful.
Punong brought the stew over, then washed two pairs of chopsticks and placed one pair across the table. An Zheng sat down opposite him, still a little embarrassed. Although the white-haired young man sitting across from him was not a cultivator and could not feel the slightest bit of powerful aura, it made him extremely nervous. I don't know what's going on, but that young man who looks extremely ordinary and has no momentum at all, is like a peerless strong man, making An Zheng extremely unnatural.
"Sit down and wait. It'll be over soon."
The hut looks so shiny, and the straw on the roof looks so clean. There is a fence outside the hut, which is regarded as the courtyard wall. The fence is made of peach branches. The wood door was open, and smoke was still rising from the chimney on the thatched roof.
Every peach tree is beautiful, every flower is beautiful.
The bronze door opened a gap, just a gap, but because the door was too big. With that gap, two people walking in side by side won't feel crowded. There was still a dazzling golden light shining from inside the door, which stung An Zheng's eyes.
It was an extremely strong feeling of familiarity, as if An Zheng had returned home.
"Come so late."
Punong smiled with a little pride.
I didn't see any colorful auspicious birds or huge monsters here. A few magpies stood on the peach tree not far away and chirped, as if to say to An Zheng... welcome back.
"Are you disappointed?"
Vegetables were stewed in another pot, and the aroma of vegetables mixed with the aroma of freshly steamed steamed buns made people instantly hungry.
"Sit down and wait. It'll be over soon."
In the peach forest, the grass on the ground is just an inch high, and the green and furry grass looks very cute and fresh. There is a refreshing feeling here, thinking that even if I just build a hut here and live there, I will never feel bored or lonely for the rest of my life.
"My name is Punong."
"It can also be a person, or it can be said to be a... sect. It is said that Daozu first started practicing and founded Dao Sect, and then the practice flourished."
He looked back at An Zheng, and An Zheng's heart beat faster involuntarily.
"The beginning of practice is not the Taoist Taoist sect."
But behind the two bronze doors, An Zheng did not see the magnificent scene in his fantasy.
"I'm not a practitioner."
An Zheng then walked forward along the gravel path and saw a thatched hut.
An Zheng became excited. He didn't know which life he would see himself in this hut. There is a hoe and a sickle at the door. There is a stone mill in the small yard, and some crushed grains can be vaguely seen under the millstone.
The bronze door opened a gap, just a gap, but because the door was too big. With that gap, two people walking in side by side won't feel crowded. There was still a dazzling golden light shining from inside the door, which stung An Zheng's eyes.
Every peach tree is beautiful, every flower is beautiful.
This is a very quiet peach forest, with a gravel path winding through it. It was very quiet. The peach blossoms were in full bloom. A few delicate and beautiful butterflies flew in front of An Zheng's face for a while and then flew away into the distance. An Zheng took a deep breath. Everything here felt so quiet and peaceful.
The hut looks so shiny, and the straw on the roof looks so clean. There is a fence outside the hut, which is regarded as the courtyard wall. The fence is made of peach branches. The wood door was open, and smoke was still rising from the chimney on the thatched roof.
Punong said while eating: "There is a first time for everything. The first time people discovered that the seeds from wheat can be crushed into flour, the first time people discovered that flowers can be used to make wine, and the first time people discovered that the bark of cattail trees can be used to make wine. The things that can be extracted can be used to make clothes... Many, many firsts appeared in that primitive era. I don't know who the so-called Taoist is, and I don't know what the Taoist is, so I can tell you. , Cultivation does not originate from Taoist ancestors.”
An Zheng then walked forward along the gravel path and saw a thatched hut.
"I know you have many questions and confusions. Don't worry, we are not in a hurry. We will talk to you while we eat."
An Zheng became excited. He didn't know which life he would see himself in this hut. There is a hoe and a sickle at the door. There is a stone mill in the small yard, and some crushed grains can be vaguely seen under the millstone.
"Eat."
An Zheng became excited. He didn't know which life he would see himself in this hut. There is a hoe and a sickle at the door. There is a stone mill in the small yard, and some crushed grains can be vaguely seen under the millstone.
Punong said, "Fake."
Punong smiled with a little pride.
"Are you disappointed?"
An Zheng pushed the door open and walked in, and smelled the usual aroma of food. Yes, it was very ordinary, but it was this ordinaryness that made him hungry.
"Is... is anyone here?"
The voice came from another room. An Zheng agreed and tidied his clothes again subconsciously. He didn't know why he was so nervous. He had gone through hundreds of battles, experienced all kinds of hardships, and seen all kinds of dangers, but at this moment he felt as embarrassed as a child who was called into the office by the teacher for the first time.
Whether it's Da Chi or Fang Zheng, whose cultivation level seems to be far inferior to An Zheng's now.
"come in."
An Zheng asked and realized that his voice was extremely hoarse.
He said.
He said.
"Come so late."
Punong brought the stew over, then washed two pairs of chopsticks and placed one pair across the table. An Zheng sat down opposite him, still a little embarrassed. Although the white-haired young man sitting across from him was not a cultivator and could not feel the slightest bit of powerful aura, it made him extremely nervous. I don't know what's going on, but that young man who looks extremely ordinary and has no momentum at all, is like a peerless strong man, making An Zheng extremely unnatural.
"The beginning of practice is not the Taoist Taoist sect."
He looked back at An Zheng, and An Zheng's heart beat faster involuntarily.
Someone spoke in the room, and then the door opened on its own.
"I'm not a practitioner."
An Zheng replied: "It is rumored that it was Daozong who pioneered the path of spiritual practice."
The voice came from another room. An Zheng agreed and tidied his clothes again subconsciously. He didn't know why he was so nervous. He had gone through hundreds of battles, experienced all kinds of hardships, and seen all kinds of dangers, but at this moment he felt as embarrassed as a child who was called into the office by the teacher for the first time.
That was the face of a very handsome young man, whose appearance was different from An Zheng's. He looks the same masculine and tough, the same clean and beautiful. He has beautiful eyebrows and beautiful eyes. When he talks, he shows his neat and white teeth.
Someone spoke in the room, and then the door opened on its own.
The hut looks so shiny, and the straw on the roof looks so clean. There is a fence outside the hut, which is regarded as the courtyard wall. The fence is made of peach branches. The wood door was open, and smoke was still rising from the chimney on the thatched roof.
Every peach tree is beautiful, every flower is beautiful.
"I'm cooking, come over and talk."
"Yes, this is the beginning of the first practice."
An Zheng replied: "It is rumored that it was Daozong who pioneered the path of spiritual practice."
"come in."
People like An Zheng have long been accustomed to wandering around the world. So in An Zheng's view, home is not a fixed place. As long as his family and friends are around him, anywhere is his home. However, the moment he walked in, An Zheng suddenly had a thought in his mind... go home.
An Zheng picked up his chopsticks and steamed buns, and it suddenly became natural at this moment. It seems that the person sitting across from me is not my first life, but my eldest brother in my family. While eating, he listened to his eldest brother talking, talking about the family's shortcomings, but he didn't feel it was a waste of time at all. Of course, this is just a feeling. What Punong said to him was not something personal.
An Zheng asked and realized that his voice was extremely hoarse.
Punong said, "Fake."
"Daozong? What is that..."
Punong smiled with a little pride.
"In the beginning, I didn't like to stay in one place. I liked to travel around the world. I traveled to many places, and I had to discover everything on my own when it came to eating and dressing. I knew earlier than many people what foods to eat and what to eat. You can't eat anything. The reaction of your body after eating something was confirmed in my body for the first time. At first, this confirmation was not done intentionally, but just to eat enough. However, when I discovered, After eating some things, I actually experienced various good and bad changes in my body, so I started to try them deliberately. "
Someone spoke in the room, and then the door opened on its own.
An Zheng hummed and tidied his clothes before entering. Although he was sure that the person he was about to see was only him, he told himself that he had to be solemn. That's not just the past, it's the future. The self in each life seems to be greater than the self in this life, at least he has done many greater things.
Someone spoke in the room, and then the door opened on its own.
An Zheng shook his head. He was not disappointed, not at all.
He said.
Whether it's Da Chi or Fang Zheng, whose cultivation level seems to be far inferior to An Zheng's now.
he asks.
Every peach tree is beautiful, every flower is beautiful.
Punon asked.
"Is... is anyone here?"
"What are the legends of later generations about the emergence of spiritual practice?"
An Zheng entered the hut and entered the living room. The furnishings in the living room were very simple, with only a few chairs and a table. There are some very simple dried fruits on the table, nothing more than melon seeds, peanuts and the like. There is a very strange incense burning in the room. It is not strong or irritating, and it makes people feel better.
"Yes, this is the beginning of the first practice."
Punong said, "Fake."
Every peach tree is beautiful, every flower is beautiful.
Punong raised his finger and pointed at himself, and then at An Zheng.
An Zheng shook his head. He was not disappointed, not at all.
"I'm cooking, come over and talk."
Punong picked up a steamed bun and took a bite. As he chewed it, he said: "Let me tell you first... To put it simply, I am your first life. I should have lived in a very distant era, but because of a certain life We messed up the time, so I appeared here out of order."
"Is... is anyone here?"
The voice came from another room. An Zheng agreed and tidied his clothes again subconsciously. He didn't know why he was so nervous. He had gone through hundreds of battles, experienced all kinds of hardships, and seen all kinds of dangers, but at this moment he felt as embarrassed as a child who was called into the office by the teacher for the first time.
People like An Zheng have long been accustomed to wandering around the world. So in An Zheng's view, home is not a fixed place. As long as his family and friends are around him, anywhere is his home. However, the moment he walked in, An Zheng suddenly had a thought in his mind... go home.
"I'm cooking, come over and talk."
An Zheng pushed the door open and walked in, and smelled the usual aroma of food. Yes, it was very ordinary, but it was this ordinaryness that made him hungry.
Punong said, "Fake."
he asks.
An Zheng pushed the door open and walked in, and smelled the usual aroma of food. Yes, it was very ordinary, but it was this ordinaryness that made him hungry.
An Zheng picked up his chopsticks and steamed buns, and it suddenly became natural at this moment. It seems that the person sitting across from me is not my first life, but my eldest brother in my family. While eating, he listened to his eldest brother talking, talking about the family's shortcomings, but he didn't feel it was a waste of time at all. Of course, this is just a feeling. What Punong said to him was not something personal.
But behind the two bronze doors, An Zheng did not see the magnificent scene in his fantasy.
"Sit down and wait. It'll be over soon."
The young man stood up and opened the lid of the pot, and the hot steam inside suddenly spurted out, making the room feel like a fairyland. There is nothing particularly exquisite inside, just a pot of steamed buns, each one very white and round.
An Zheng replied: "It is rumored that it was Daozong who pioneered the path of spiritual practice."
Vegetables were stewed in another pot, and the aroma of vegetables mixed with the aroma of freshly steamed steamed buns made people instantly hungry.
"It can also be a person, or it can be said to be a... sect. It is said that Daozu first started practicing and founded Dao Sect, and then the practice flourished."
Inside, a man in commoner clothes was sitting next to the earthen stove, lighting the fire. He grabbed a handful of peach branches and threw them into the stove with one hand, and fanned them gently with a cattail fan in the other hand. The clothes he was wearing were very old, but very clean. The gray cloth has turned white after washing, and the cuffs are rolled up, revealing a pair of beautiful palms. Clean, slender, refreshing.
Because the light was too strong, An Zheng couldn't see anything when he first walked in. He just felt that the surroundings were very warm, like lying lazily on a bench and basking in the sun in the afternoon. Still unable to open my eyes, just as comfortable.
"Eat."
"It's me, or you."
Punong smiled, and the little pride on his face became more and more obvious, but there was no feeling of showing off at all. He carries a kind of brilliance, a kind of brilliance that belongs to ordinary people, but can make every practitioner feel ashamed.
He looked back at An Zheng, and An Zheng's heart beat faster involuntarily.
It was an extremely strong feeling of familiarity, as if An Zheng had returned home.
An Zheng became excited. He didn't know which life he would see himself in this hut. There is a hoe and a sickle at the door. There is a stone mill in the small yard, and some crushed grains can be vaguely seen under the millstone.
The young man smiled, very kindly.
An Zheng entered the hut and entered the living room. The furnishings in the living room were very simple, with only a few chairs and a table. There are some very simple dried fruits on the table, nothing more than melon seeds, peanuts and the like. There is a very strange incense burning in the room. It is not strong or irritating, and it makes people feel better.
An Zheng: "Huh?"
"Cyperus can be woven into clothes, grates, and futons, which means it is useful. And in this process of discovery, the maximum value of useful things is extracted, and people's progress becomes faster. One thing can be eaten. It’s useful. But the process of discovering the bigger effects besides eating is actually not as simple as imagined.”
He said.
That was the face of a very handsome young man, whose appearance was different from An Zheng's. He looks the same masculine and tough, the same clean and beautiful. He has beautiful eyebrows and beautiful eyes. When he talks, he shows his neat and white teeth.
"I know you have many questions and confusions. Don't worry, we are not in a hurry. We will talk to you while we eat."
"I'm cooking, come over and talk."
Punong smiled with a little pride.
"I know you have many questions and confusions. Don't worry, we are not in a hurry. We will talk to you while we eat."
An Zheng pushed the door open and walked in, and smelled the usual aroma of food. Yes, it was very ordinary, but it was this ordinaryness that made him hungry.
He looked back at An Zheng, and An Zheng's heart beat faster involuntarily.
The young man smiled, very kindly.
He looks really young, but he has a head full of white hair.
An Zheng: "Huh?"
Finally, the golden light was no longer so dazzling, and An Zheng slowly opened his eyes and began to adapt to the light here. He fantasized countless times about what he would see behind the bronze door, and every time he imagined it, his heart would surge.
Punong frowned slightly: "A person?"
Vegetables were stewed in another pot, and the aroma of vegetables mixed with the aroma of freshly steamed steamed buns made people instantly hungry.
An Zheng hummed and tidied his clothes before entering. Although he was sure that the person he was about to see was only him, he told himself that he had to be solemn. That's not just the past, it's the future. The self in each life seems to be greater than the self in this life, at least he has done many greater things.
But behind the two bronze doors, An Zheng did not see the magnificent scene in his fantasy.
There was not a single black hair, and it was as white as snow, which made An Zheng feel inexplicably distressed.
The hut looks so shiny, and the straw on the roof looks so clean. There is a fence outside the hut, which is regarded as the courtyard wall. The fence is made of peach branches. The wood door was open, and smoke was still rising from the chimney on the thatched roof.
An Zheng picked up his chopsticks and steamed buns, and it suddenly became natural at this moment. It seems that the person sitting across from me is not my first life, but my eldest brother in my family. While eating, he listened to his eldest brother talking, talking about the family's shortcomings, but he didn't feel it was a waste of time at all. Of course, this is just a feeling. What Punong said to him was not something personal.
An Zheng then walked forward along the gravel path and saw a thatched hut.
"I know you have many questions and confusions. Don't worry, we are not in a hurry. We will talk to you while we eat."
Punon asked.
"Are you disappointed?"
Because the light was too strong, An Zheng couldn't see anything when he first walked in. He just felt that the surroundings were very warm, like lying lazily on a bench and basking in the sun in the afternoon. Still unable to open my eyes, just as comfortable.
An Zheng asked and realized that his voice was extremely hoarse.
"Eat."
he asks.
But behind the two bronze doors, An Zheng did not see the magnificent scene in his fantasy.
An Zheng asked and realized that his voice was extremely hoarse.
"What are the legends of later generations about the emergence of spiritual practice?"
An Zheng became excited. He didn't know which life he would see himself in this hut. There is a hoe and a sickle at the door. There is a stone mill in the small yard, and some crushed grains can be vaguely seen under the millstone.
An Zheng shook his head. He was not disappointed, not at all.
Whether it's Da Chi or Fang Zheng, whose cultivation level seems to be far inferior to An Zheng's now.
He looked back at An Zheng, and An Zheng's heart beat faster involuntarily.
"It can be said that it is the original you."
"I know you have many questions and confusions. Don't worry, we are not in a hurry. We will talk to you while we eat."
An Zheng picked up his chopsticks and steamed buns, and it suddenly became natural at this moment. It seems that the person sitting across from me is not my first life, but my eldest brother in my family. While eating, he listened to his eldest brother talking, talking about the family's shortcomings, but he didn't feel it was a waste of time at all. Of course, this is just a feeling. What Punong said to him was not something personal.
An Zheng then walked forward along the gravel path and saw a thatched hut.
He picked the steamed buns out of the pot one by one, placed them on a grate made of cattail grass, and dragged them on the table next to him.
"I know you have many questions and confusions. Don't worry, we are not in a hurry. We will talk to you while we eat."
"I'm not a practitioner."
"Are you disappointed?"
"Sit down and wait. It'll be over soon."
An Zheng: "Huh?"
An Zheng entered the hut and entered the living room. The furnishings in the living room were very simple, with only a few chairs and a table. There are some very simple dried fruits on the table, nothing more than melon seeds, peanuts and the like. There is a very strange incense burning in the room. It is not strong or irritating, and it makes people feel better.
The voice came from another room. An Zheng agreed and tidied his clothes again subconsciously. He didn't know why he was so nervous. He had gone through hundreds of battles, experienced all kinds of hardships, and seen all kinds of dangers, but at this moment he felt as embarrassed as a child who was called into the office by the teacher for the first time.
"I did something."
In the peach forest, the grass on the ground is just an inch high, and the green and furry grass looks very cute and fresh. There is a refreshing feeling here, thinking that even if I just build a hut here and live there, I will never feel bored or lonely for the rest of my life.
An Zheng shook his head. He was not disappointed, not at all.
The young man stood up and opened the lid of the pot, and the hot steam inside suddenly spurted out, making the room feel like a fairyland. There is nothing particularly exquisite inside, just a pot of steamed buns, each one very white and round.
This is a very quiet peach forest, with a gravel path winding through it. It was very quiet. The peach blossoms were in full bloom. A few delicate and beautiful butterflies flew in front of An Zheng's face for a while and then flew away into the distance. An Zheng took a deep breath. Everything here felt so quiet and peaceful.
An Zheng replied: "It is rumored that it was Daozong who pioneered the path of spiritual practice."
Punong smiled, and the little pride on his face became more and more obvious, but there was no feeling of showing off at all. He carries a kind of brilliance, a kind of brilliance that belongs to ordinary people, but can make every practitioner feel ashamed.
"It can also be a person, or it can be said to be a... sect. It is said that Daozu first started practicing and founded Dao Sect, and then the practice flourished."
Someone spoke in the room, and then the door opened on its own.
Vegetables were stewed in another pot, and the aroma of vegetables mixed with the aroma of freshly steamed steamed buns made people instantly hungry.
Inside, a man in commoner clothes was sitting next to the earthen stove, lighting the fire. He grabbed a handful of peach branches and threw them into the stove with one hand, and fanned them gently with a cattail fan in the other hand. The clothes he was wearing were very old, but very clean. The gray cloth has turned white after washing, and the cuffs are rolled up, revealing a pair of beautiful palms. Clean, slender, refreshing.
"I did something."
"Cyperus can be woven into clothes, grates, and futons, which means it is useful. And in this process of discovery, the maximum value of useful things is extracted, and people's progress becomes faster. One thing can be eaten. It’s useful. But the process of discovering the bigger effects besides eating is actually not as simple as imagined.”
He laughed, a little helpless.
Inside, a man in commoner clothes was sitting next to the earthen stove, lighting the fire. He grabbed a handful of peach branches and threw them into the stove with one hand, and fanned them gently with a cattail fan in the other hand. The clothes he was wearing were very old, but very clean. The gray cloth has turned white after washing, and the cuffs are rolled up, revealing a pair of beautiful palms. Clean, slender, refreshing.
Punong said while eating: "There is a first time for everything. The first time people discovered that the seeds from wheat can be crushed into flour, the first time people discovered that flowers can be used to make wine, and the first time people discovered that the bark of cattail trees can be used to make wine. The things that can be extracted can be used to make clothes... Many, many firsts appeared in that primitive era. I don't know who the so-called Taoist is, and I don't know what the Taoist is, so I can tell you. , Cultivation does not originate from Taoist ancestors.”
"My name is Punong."
Punong said, "Fake."
"Sit down and wait. It'll be over soon."
The young man smiled, very kindly.
"The beginning of practice is not the Taoist Taoist sect."
The hut looks so shiny, and the straw on the roof looks so clean. There is a fence outside the hut, which is regarded as the courtyard wall. The fence is made of peach branches. The wood door was open, and smoke was still rising from the chimney on the thatched roof.
The young man smiled, very kindly.
"It can be said that it is the original you."
"Is... is anyone here?"
Punong smiled with a little pride.
"Eat."
He looked back at An Zheng, and An Zheng's heart beat faster involuntarily.
"It can be said that it is the original you."
"Sit down and wait. It'll be over soon."
An Zheng shook his head. He was not disappointed, not at all.
He picked the steamed buns out of the pot one by one, placed them on a grate made of cattail grass, and dragged them on the table next to him.
Punong smiled with a little pride.
An Zheng then walked forward along the gravel path and saw a thatched hut.
"I know you have many questions and confusions. Don't worry, we are not in a hurry. We will talk to you while we eat."
An Zheng: "Huh?"
But behind the two bronze doors, An Zheng did not see the magnificent scene in his fantasy.
The young man stood up and opened the lid of the pot, and the hot steam inside suddenly spurted out, making the room feel like a fairyland. There is nothing particularly exquisite inside, just a pot of steamed buns, each one very white and round.
An Zheng picked up his chopsticks and steamed buns, and it suddenly became natural at this moment. It seems that the person sitting across from me is not my first life, but my eldest brother in my family. While eating, he listened to his eldest brother talking, talking about the family's shortcomings, but he didn't feel it was a waste of time at all. Of course, this is just a feeling. What Punong said to him was not something personal.
Punong brought the stew over, then washed two pairs of chopsticks and placed one pair across the table. An Zheng sat down opposite him, still a little embarrassed. Although the white-haired young man sitting across from him was not a cultivator and could not feel the slightest bit of powerful aura, it made him extremely nervous. I don't know what's going on, but that young man who looks extremely ordinary and has no momentum at all, is like a peerless strong man, making An Zheng extremely unnatural.
"My name is Punong."
"It can be said that it is the original you."
Because the light was too strong, An Zheng couldn't see anything when he first walked in. He just felt that the surroundings were very warm, like lying lazily on a bench and basking in the sun in the afternoon. Still unable to open my eyes, just as comfortable.
Punong brought the stew over, then washed two pairs of chopsticks and placed one pair across the table. An Zheng sat down opposite him, still a little embarrassed. Although the white-haired young man sitting across from him was not a cultivator and could not feel the slightest bit of powerful aura, it made him extremely nervous. I don't know what's going on, but that young man who looks extremely ordinary and has no momentum at all, is like a peerless strong man, making An Zheng extremely unnatural.
"Eat."
he asks.
Punong said while eating: "There is a first time for everything. The first time people discovered that the seeds from wheat can be crushed into flour, the first time people discovered that flowers can be used to make wine, and the first time people discovered that the bark of cattail trees can be used to make wine. The things that can be extracted can be used to make clothes... Many, many firsts appeared in that primitive era. I don't know who the so-called Taoist is, and I don't know what the Taoist is, so I can tell you. , Cultivation does not originate from Taoist ancestors.”
"It can be said that it is the original you."
He laughed, a little helpless.
Punong picked up a steamed bun and took a bite. As he chewed it, he said: "Let me tell you first... To put it simply, I am your first life. I should have lived in a very distant era, but because of a certain life We messed up the time, so I appeared here out of order."
An Zheng then walked forward along the gravel path and saw a thatched hut.
"Cyperus can be woven into clothes, grates, and futons, which means it is useful. And in this process of discovery, the maximum value of useful things is extracted, and people's progress becomes faster. One thing can be eaten. It’s useful. But the process of discovering the bigger effects besides eating is actually not as simple as imagined.”
"It can be said that it is the original you."
An Zheng entered the hut and entered the living room. The furnishings in the living room were very simple, with only a few chairs and a table. There are some very simple dried fruits on the table, nothing more than melon seeds, peanuts and the like. There is a very strange incense burning in the room. It is not strong or irritating, and it makes people feel better.
In the peach forest, the grass on the ground is just an inch high, and the green and furry grass looks very cute and fresh. There is a refreshing feeling here, thinking that even if I just build a hut here and live there, I will never feel bored or lonely for the rest of my life.
he asks.
"I'm cooking, come over and talk."
Vegetables were stewed in another pot, and the aroma of vegetables mixed with the aroma of freshly steamed steamed buns made people instantly hungry.
He laughed, a little helpless.
Punong said, "Fake."
"Eat."
"Are you disappointed?"
"I know you have many questions and confusions. Don't worry, we are not in a hurry. We will talk to you while we eat."
"Eat."
He said.
An Zheng picked up his chopsticks and steamed buns, and it suddenly became natural at this moment. It seems that the person sitting across from me is not my first life, but my eldest brother in my family. While eating, he listened to his eldest brother talking, talking about the family's shortcomings, but he didn't feel it was a waste of time at all. Of course, this is just a feeling. What Punong said to him was not something personal.
Punong frowned slightly: "A person?"
"Is... is anyone here?"
"Eat."
He said.
That was the face of a very handsome young man, whose appearance was different from An Zheng's. He looks the same masculine and tough, the same clean and beautiful. He has beautiful eyebrows and beautiful eyes. When he talks, he shows his neat and white teeth.
But behind the two bronze doors, An Zheng did not see the magnificent scene in his fantasy.
An Zheng entered the hut and entered the living room. The furnishings in the living room were very simple, with only a few chairs and a table. There are some very simple dried fruits on the table, nothing more than melon seeds, peanuts and the like. There is a very strange incense burning in the room. It is not strong or irritating, and it makes people feel better.
Punong said, "Fake."
Finally, the golden light was no longer so dazzling, and An Zheng slowly opened his eyes and began to adapt to the light here. He fantasized countless times about what he would see behind the bronze door, and every time he imagined it, his heart would surge.
An Zheng picked up his chopsticks and steamed buns, and it suddenly became natural at this moment. It seems that the person sitting across from me is not my first life, but my eldest brother in my family. While eating, he listened to his eldest brother talking, talking about the family's shortcomings, but he didn't feel it was a waste of time at all. Of course, this is just a feeling. What Punong said to him was not something personal.
Inside, a man in commoner clothes was sitting next to the earthen stove, lighting the fire. He grabbed a handful of peach branches and threw them into the stove with one hand, and fanned them gently with a cattail fan in the other hand. The clothes he was wearing were very old, but very clean. The gray cloth has turned white after washing, and the cuffs are rolled up, revealing a pair of beautiful palms. Clean, slender, refreshing.
He looked back at An Zheng, and An Zheng's heart beat faster involuntarily.
"What are the legends of later generations about the emergence of spiritual practice?"
Whether it's Da Chi or Fang Zheng, whose cultivation level seems to be far inferior to An Zheng's now.
Because the light was too strong, An Zheng couldn't see anything when he first walked in. He just felt that the surroundings were very warm, like lying lazily on a bench and basking in the sun in the afternoon. Still unable to open my eyes, just as comfortable.
An Zheng's expression changed: "By tasting?"
An Zheng shook his head. He was not disappointed, not at all.
Someone spoke in the room, and then the door opened on its own.
That was the face of a very handsome young man, whose appearance was different from An Zheng's. He looks the same masculine and tough, the same clean and beautiful. He has beautiful eyebrows and beautiful eyes. When he talks, he shows his neat and white teeth.
Punon asked.
Punong said, "Fake."
An Zheng became excited. He didn't know which life he would see himself in this hut. There is a hoe and a sickle at the door. There is a stone mill in the small yard, and some crushed grains can be vaguely seen under the millstone.
An Zheng replied: "It is rumored that it was Daozong who pioneered the path of spiritual practice."
"I know you have many questions and confusions. Don't worry, we are not in a hurry. We will talk to you while we eat."
An Zheng then walked forward along the gravel path and saw a thatched hut.
"Eat."
Punong smiled with a little pride.
Punong raised his finger and pointed at himself, and then at An Zheng.
"Daozong? What is that..."
"It can also be a person, or it can be said to be a... sect. It is said that Daozu first started practicing and founded Dao Sect, and then the practice flourished."
Finally, the golden light was no longer so dazzling, and An Zheng slowly opened his eyes and began to adapt to the light here. He fantasized countless times about what he would see behind the bronze door, and every time he imagined it, his heart would surge.
Punong smiled with a little pride.
"Eat."
Punong frowned slightly: "A person?"
Punong brought the stew over, then washed two pairs of chopsticks and placed one pair across the table. An Zheng sat down opposite him, still a little embarrassed. Although the white-haired young man sitting across from him was not a cultivator and could not feel the slightest bit of powerful aura, it made him extremely nervous. I don't know what's going on, but that young man who looks extremely ordinary and has no momentum at all, is like a peerless strong man, making An Zheng extremely unnatural.
The voice came from another room. An Zheng agreed and tidied his clothes again subconsciously. He didn't know why he was so nervous. He had gone through hundreds of battles, experienced all kinds of hardships, and seen all kinds of dangers, but at this moment he felt as embarrassed as a child who was called into the office by the teacher for the first time.
An Zheng hummed and tidied his clothes before entering. Although he was sure that the person he was about to see was only him, he told himself that he had to be solemn. That's not just the past, it's the future. The self in each life seems to be greater than the self in this life, at least he has done many greater things.
Punong frowned slightly: "A person?"
An Zheng entered the hut and entered the living room. The furnishings in the living room were very simple, with only a few chairs and a table. There are some very simple dried fruits on the table, nothing more than melon seeds, peanuts and the like. There is a very strange incense burning in the room. It is not strong or irritating, and it makes people feel better.
"Are you disappointed?"
An Zheng pushed the door open and walked in, and smelled the usual aroma of food. Yes, it was very ordinary, but it was this ordinaryness that made him hungry.
It was an extremely strong feeling of familiarity, as if An Zheng had returned home.
"It can also be a person, or it can be said to be a... sect. It is said that Daozu first started practicing and founded Dao Sect, and then the practice flourished."
Inside, a man in commoner clothes was sitting next to the earthen stove, lighting the fire. He grabbed a handful of peach branches and threw them into the stove with one hand, and fanned them gently with a cattail fan in the other hand. The clothes he was wearing were very old, but very clean. The gray cloth has turned white after washing, and the cuffs are rolled up, revealing a pair of beautiful palms. Clean, slender, refreshing.
The young man smiled, very kindly.
An Zheng shook his head. He was not disappointed, not at all.
"I'm cooking, come over and talk."
This is a very quiet peach forest, with a gravel path winding through it. It was very quiet. The peach blossoms were in full bloom. A few delicate and beautiful butterflies flew in front of An Zheng's face for a while and then flew away into the distance. An Zheng took a deep breath. Everything here felt so quiet and peaceful.
I didn't see any colorful auspicious birds or huge monsters here. A few magpies stood on the peach tree not far away and chirped, as if to say to An Zheng... welcome back.
Punong said, "Fake."
An Zheng picked up his chopsticks and steamed buns, and it suddenly became natural at this moment. It seems that the person sitting across from me is not my first life, but my eldest brother in my family. While eating, he listened to his eldest brother talking, talking about the family's shortcomings, but he didn't feel it was a waste of time at all. Of course, this is just a feeling. What Punong said to him was not something personal.
"Eat."
Every peach tree is beautiful, every flower is beautiful.
An Zheng then walked forward along the gravel path and saw a thatched hut.
An Zheng picked up his chopsticks and steamed buns, and it suddenly became natural at this moment. It seems that the person sitting across from me is not my first life, but my eldest brother in my family. While eating, he listened to his eldest brother talking, talking about the family's shortcomings, but he didn't feel it was a waste of time at all. Of course, this is just a feeling. What Punong said to him was not something personal.
Inside, a man in commoner clothes was sitting next to the earthen stove, lighting the fire. He grabbed a handful of peach branches and threw them into the stove with one hand, and fanned them gently with a cattail fan in the other hand. The clothes he was wearing were very old, but very clean. The gray cloth has turned white after washing, and the cuffs are rolled up, revealing a pair of beautiful palms. Clean, slender, refreshing.
"Eat."
"come in."
An Zheng: "Huh?"
Punong picked up a steamed bun and took a bite. As he chewed it, he said: "Let me tell you first... To put it simply, I am your first life. I should have lived in a very distant era, but because of a certain life We messed up the time, so I appeared here out of order."
"Sit down and wait. It'll be over soon."
"come in."
"The beginning of practice is not the Taoist Taoist sect."
"Eat."
"Cyperus can be woven into clothes, grates, and futons, which means it is useful. And in this process of discovery, the maximum value of useful things is extracted, and people's progress becomes faster. One thing can be eaten. It’s useful. But the process of discovering the bigger effects besides eating is actually not as simple as imagined.”
"come in."
Punong said while eating: "There is a first time for everything. The first time people discovered that the seeds from wheat can be crushed into flour, the first time people discovered that flowers can be used to make wine, and the first time people discovered that the bark of cattail trees can be used to make wine. The things that can be extracted can be used to make clothes... Many, many firsts appeared in that primitive era. I don't know who the so-called Taoist is, and I don't know what the Taoist is, so I can tell you. , Cultivation does not originate from Taoist ancestors.”
The young man smiled, very kindly.
There was not a single black hair, and it was as white as snow, which made An Zheng feel inexplicably distressed.
Punong smiled, and the little pride on his face became more and more obvious, but there was no feeling of showing off at all. He carries a kind of brilliance, a kind of brilliance that belongs to ordinary people, but can make every practitioner feel ashamed.
He pointed outside: "Have you seen the rope hanging on the fence wall? There are knots on it. In the beginning, people did not have writing and could not remember many things that had passed long ago, so they tied knots on the rope. As a sign. The person who created this method is older than me. All things in the world are useful. This refers to the fact that people are always used to treating themselves as the center of the world. They all live around people. For people, these things are divided into two types, useful and useless. The process of people gradually becoming stronger is the process of discovering whether everything is useful or useless to them. "
The bronze door opened a gap, just a gap, but because the door was too big. With that gap, two people walking in side by side won't feel crowded. There was still a dazzling golden light shining from inside the door, which stung An Zheng's eyes.
"What are the legends of later generations about the emergence of spiritual practice?"
Every peach tree is beautiful, every flower is beautiful.
"I know you have many questions and confusions. Don't worry, we are not in a hurry. We will talk to you while we eat."
"In the beginning, I didn't like to stay in one place. I liked to travel around the world. I traveled to many places, and I had to discover everything on my own when it came to eating and dressing. I knew earlier than many people what foods to eat and what to eat. You can't eat anything. The reaction of your body after eating something was confirmed in my body for the first time. At first, this confirmation was not done intentionally, but just to eat enough. However, when I discovered, After eating some things, I actually experienced various good and bad changes in my body, so I started to try them deliberately. "
I didn't see any colorful auspicious birds or huge monsters here. A few magpies stood on the peach tree not far away and chirped, as if to say to An Zheng... welcome back.
"Cyperus can be woven into clothes, grates, and futons, which means it is useful. And in this process of discovery, the maximum value of useful things is extracted, and people's progress becomes faster. One thing can be eaten. It’s useful. But the process of discovering the bigger effects besides eating is actually not as simple as imagined.”
An Zheng's expression changed: "By tasting?"
"Yes, this is the beginning of the first practice."
he asks.
"Is... is anyone here?"
"I did something."
Vegetables were stewed in another pot, and the aroma of vegetables mixed with the aroma of freshly steamed steamed buns made people instantly hungry.
"Yes, this is the beginning of the first practice."
An Zheng: "Huh?"
"I know you have many questions and confusions. Don't worry, we are not in a hurry. We will talk to you while we eat."
The young man stood up and opened the lid of the pot, and the hot steam inside suddenly spurted out, making the room feel like a fairyland. There is nothing particularly exquisite inside, just a pot of steamed buns, each one very white and round.
"Are you disappointed?"
he asks.
Punong smiled with a little pride.
He said.
Punong frowned slightly: "A person?"
An Zheng picked up his chopsticks and steamed buns, and it suddenly became natural at this moment. It seems that the person sitting across from me is not my first life, but my eldest brother in my family. While eating, he listened to his eldest brother talking, talking about the family's shortcomings, but he didn't feel it was a waste of time at all. Of course, this is just a feeling. What Punong said to him was not something personal.
The hut looks so shiny, and the straw on the roof looks so clean. There is a fence outside the hut, which is regarded as the courtyard wall. The fence is made of peach branches. The wood door was open, and smoke was still rising from the chimney on the thatched roof.
"I'm cooking, come over and talk."
"Cyperus can be woven into clothes, grates, and futons, which means it is useful. And in this process of discovery, the maximum value of useful things is extracted, and people's progress becomes faster. One thing can be eaten. It’s useful. But the process of discovering the bigger effects besides eating is actually not as simple as imagined.”
He looks really young, but he has a head full of white hair.
"In the beginning, I didn't like to stay in one place. I liked to travel around the world. I traveled to many places, and I had to discover everything on my own when it came to eating and dressing. I knew earlier than many people what foods to eat and what to eat. You can't eat anything. The reaction of your body after eating something was confirmed in my body for the first time. At first, this confirmation was not done intentionally, but just to eat enough. However, when I discovered, After eating some things, I actually experienced various good and bad changes in my body, so I started to try them deliberately. "
An Zheng replied: "It is rumored that it was Daozong who pioneered the path of spiritual practice."
Punong smiled with a little pride.
Whether it's Da Chi or Fang Zheng, whose cultivation level seems to be far inferior to An Zheng's now.
An Zheng's expression changed: "By tasting?"
Finally, the golden light was no longer so dazzling, and An Zheng slowly opened his eyes and began to adapt to the light here. He fantasized countless times about what he would see behind the bronze door, and every time he imagined it, his heart would surge.
"I'm not a practitioner."
"Is... is anyone here?"
Punon asked.
"Yes, this is the beginning of the first practice."
In the peach forest, the grass on the ground is just an inch high, and the green and furry grass looks very cute and fresh. There is a refreshing feeling here, thinking that even if I just build a hut here and live there, I will never feel bored or lonely for the rest of my life.
Punong brought the stew over, then washed two pairs of chopsticks and placed one pair across the table. An Zheng sat down opposite him, still a little embarrassed. Although the white-haired young man sitting across from him was not a cultivator and could not feel the slightest bit of powerful aura, it made him extremely nervous. I don't know what's going on, but that young man who looks extremely ordinary and has no momentum at all, is like a peerless strong man, making An Zheng extremely unnatural.
He laughed, a little helpless.
"come in."
Punong brought the stew over, then washed two pairs of chopsticks and placed one pair across the table. An Zheng sat down opposite him, still a little embarrassed. Although the white-haired young man sitting across from him was not a cultivator and could not feel the slightest bit of powerful aura, it made him extremely nervous. I don't know what's going on, but that young man who looks extremely ordinary and has no momentum at all, is like a peerless strong man, making An Zheng extremely unnatural.
Finally, the golden light was no longer so dazzling, and An Zheng slowly opened his eyes and began to adapt to the light here. He fantasized countless times about what he would see behind the bronze door, and every time he imagined it, his heart would surge.
An Zheng asked and realized that his voice was extremely hoarse.
Whether it's Da Chi or Fang Zheng, whose cultivation level seems to be far inferior to An Zheng's now.
Punong smiled, and the little pride on his face became more and more obvious, but there was no feeling of showing off at all. He carries a kind of brilliance, a kind of brilliance that belongs to ordinary people, but can make every practitioner feel ashamed.
he asks.
Someone spoke in the room, and then the door opened on its own.
An Zheng: "Huh?"
"Is... is anyone here?"
"The beginning of practice is not the Taoist Taoist sect."
He laughed, a little helpless.
Inside, a man in commoner clothes was sitting next to the earthen stove, lighting the fire. He grabbed a handful of peach branches and threw them into the stove with one hand, and fanned them gently with a cattail fan in the other hand. The clothes he was wearing were very old, but very clean. The gray cloth has turned white after washing, and the cuffs are rolled up, revealing a pair of beautiful palms. Clean, slender, refreshing.
Punong smiled, and the little pride on his face became more and more obvious, but there was no feeling of showing off at all. He carries a kind of brilliance, a kind of brilliance that belongs to ordinary people, but can make every practitioner feel ashamed.
He pointed outside: "Have you seen the rope hanging on the fence wall? There are knots on it. In the beginning, people did not have writing and could not remember many things that had passed long ago, so they tied knots on the rope. As a sign. The person who created this method is older than me. All things in the world are useful. This refers to the fact that people are always used to treating themselves as the center of the world. They all live around people. For people, these things are divided into two types, useful and useless. The process of people gradually becoming stronger is the process of discovering whether everything is useful or useless to them. "
Punong brought the stew over, then washed two pairs of chopsticks and placed one pair across the table. An Zheng sat down opposite him, still a little embarrassed. Although the white-haired young man sitting across from him was not a cultivator and could not feel the slightest bit of powerful aura, it made him extremely nervous. I don't know what's going on, but that young man who looks extremely ordinary and has no momentum at all, is like a peerless strong man, making An Zheng extremely unnatural.
"Sit down and wait. It'll be over soon."
Punong raised his finger and pointed at himself, and then at An Zheng.
Punong raised his finger and pointed at himself, and then at An Zheng.
"It can also be a person, or it can be said to be a... sect. It is said that Daozu first started practicing and founded Dao Sect, and then the practice flourished."
Whether it's Da Chi or Fang Zheng, whose cultivation level seems to be far inferior to An Zheng's now.
An Zheng then walked forward along the gravel path and saw a thatched hut.
"Are you disappointed?"
"Is... is anyone here?"
An Zheng picked up his chopsticks and steamed buns, and it suddenly became natural at this moment. It seems that the person sitting across from me is not my first life, but my eldest brother in my family. While eating, he listened to his eldest brother talking, talking about the family's shortcomings, but he didn't feel it was a waste of time at all. Of course, this is just a feeling. What Punong said to him was not something personal.
"It's me, or you."
Whether it's Da Chi or Fang Zheng, whose cultivation level seems to be far inferior to An Zheng's now.
He said.
Vegetables were stewed in another pot, and the aroma of vegetables mixed with the aroma of freshly steamed steamed buns made people instantly hungry.
"The beginning of practice is not the Taoist Taoist sect."
"Is... is anyone here?"
The voice came from another room. An Zheng agreed and tidied his clothes again subconsciously. He didn't know why he was so nervous. He had gone through hundreds of battles, experienced all kinds of hardships, and seen all kinds of dangers, but at this moment he felt as embarrassed as a child who was called into the office by the teacher for the first time.