The dark clouds are far away, the stars are dotted, the moonlight is shining, and the dwarf mountain is very quiet, everything is as if nothing happened.
Ye Fan came to the old tree step by step. This ancient pine tree was at least four thousand years old. The trunk was hollow and the needles were sparse. It was already dying.
At the root of the tree, there is a square of bluestone, no more than 1.67 meters long, just about the same length as the old Taoist priest, very flat and somewhat extraordinary.
"Occasionally, I come to sleep under the pine tree and sleep on a stone. There is no calendar day in the mountains, and the cold is so cold that I don't know the year..."
Ye Fan was stunned, this old Taoist is still alive, the world has changed several times, he sighed like this, how old has he lived? !
He strode to the back of the small Taoist temple, came to the loess grave, and observed with Yuantian divine sense. At this moment, he shuddered Lingling.
Under the loess, the tattered Taoist clothes are still there, and the old wooden hairpin is still lying horizontally. It has not moved a single bit, and remains in its original position.
"How could it be like this..." Ye Fan felt a little terrified in his heart, it was clear that he had already transformed into Tao and no longer existed, but why did he see him again just now
It must have been an illusion just now, dark clouds emerged, the old Taoist manifested, and then disappeared inexplicably, it was very real, those words seemed to be still echoing.
"It's not the residual imprint of spiritual consciousness, because I heard the real voice." Ye Fan returned to the temple and walked on the short hill, feeling very puzzled.
The night is like water, everything is silent, except for the occasional singing of night birds, there is no special sound, and there is no aura of strangers, and it is impossible to have fluctuations in divine power.
He was full of doubts in his heart, but he couldn't solve them. In the end, he could only continue to meditate. He believed that no matter what kind of strong man he was, he should have no malice towards him.
Ye Fan lived in seclusion here, and more than half a month passed in a flash, sitting in front of the Taoist temple every day, silently enlightening.
This is a pure land back to basics, away from the hustle and bustle, but there is no auspicious atmosphere, everything is natural, like an elegant ink painting.
During the day, there are occasional woodcutters singing, and sometimes Orion will chase some wild beasts from the depths of the mountains, roaring the mountains.
In the past few days, he has captured a strange dao mark, the spirit of the dwarf mountain, and before taking the dragon marrow, he already has a mysterious feeling, both physically and mentally.
"The land of Taoism is the sacred land in the world. If a certain great religion finds out about it, it will definitely occupy it immediately and set up a great array of heaven and earth. It will become a forbidden place that outsiders cannot set foot in."
Another night fell, with dark clouds billowing almost to the top of the mountain, pitch black, thunder and lightning, and heavy rain pouring down.
There is a rain curtain between the sky and the earth. Ye Fan stands in the Taoist temple, watching the world in the rain. Occasionally, there is an electric glow across the dark night sky, but he can see a bright rain world in an instant.
"boom!"
The lightning struck wildly, and in an instant, more than a hundred silver lights appeared in the sky and the earth, penetrating the sky and the earth, endless heavy rain poured down, and the mountains in the water were brightly lit up in an instant.
But then, it fell into the boundless darkness again, the lightning disappeared, only the heavy rain fell, and nothing else could be seen. It was a terrible night, alone, and there was an abnormal atmosphere.
"boom!"
There was another thunder, and hundreds of thousands of golden snakes flew in the air, making the vast world ablaze, and the mountains in the distance were clearly visible.
"That is… "
Ye Fan stood in front of the window, his color suddenly changed, and he saw the old Taoist again, still in the tattered Taoist robe, with a wooden hairpin stuck in his hair.
At this time, he sat cross-legged in the heavy rain in the night sky, opened his mouth and breathed in, and all the thousands of lightning lights entered his mouth and disappeared.
"boom!"
The heavy rain fell like a waterfall, water was everywhere in the sky and the earth, and the lightning became more intense. This time, thousands of thunder and lightning came down, and thousands of them fell together.
"So much lightning, it's like a catastrophe..." Ye Fan said to himself.
However, what surprised him was that the old Taoist still kept the same action, opened his mouth and sucked in, and thousands of lightning bolts disappeared in an instant, all rushing into his mouth.
"This is too... perverted!"
Ye Fan's color changed. He has gone through several catastrophes, and he can resist without fear, but he has to pay the price. When his body is often cut, why has he ever sucked it all up like an old Taoist
It was like a fairy tale, there was not a trace of lightning falling, and he opened his mouth to suck it all into his body, not like a catastrophe, but like absorbing water.
"boom!"
Endless thunder light falls, the sky and the earth are white, all kinds of thunder catastrophe, earth, fire, wind, water catastrophe come to the world, and there are chaotic sky thunders.
And at the top, there is an ancient sky tower, and there are some human-shaped lightnings, intertwined and chopping randomly on the sky.
"Could it be possible to swallow such a catastrophe?" Ye Fan didn't believe that the series of catastrophes had reached an unimaginable level.
He has seen a sky tower formed by lightning, and a humanoid lightning glow walking around, but he has never experienced it. He knows that there is endless terror, and if he strikes it, he will definitely turn into ashes.
However, at this time, the old Taoist was still the same, letting the heavy rain pour down and the sky flooded by lightning, he just opened his mouth and sucked in all the thunder light into his mouth.
"Is that human being?!"
Ye Fan's hair stood on end all over his body. When he crossed the catastrophe, he fought against the catastrophe. The endless thunder and light finally dissipated in the sky and the earth, but the old man didn't let go of it, and absorbed it all.
This is horrifying, it can't be counted, it doesn't make any sense, especially the celestial tower formed by the lightning, and the human-shaped thunder lights, as terrifying as they are, but they are also swallowed.
The old Taoist appeared out of thin air in front of the Po Dao Temple, so fast that he couldn't understand it, the thunder in his mouth turned into a pill, which slid into his abdomen, his whole body glowed, and then it became dim and ordinary.
Ye Fan was startled, this old Taoist is really scary, did he turn those thunder calamities into pills
Between heaven and earth, the lightning disappeared, only the torrential rain, the rain curtain falling in the dark night sky, and the sound of water everywhere.
Ye Fan remained motionless, watching the old man quietly, he was afraid that if he made a sound, the man would suddenly disappear like last time.
"The sea becomes dust for tens of thousands of autumns, Taoism turns into yellow hair and worries about life, a dream lasts for thousands of years, where can you travel on the rugged road of immortality..."
The old Taoist chanted softly, sat cross-legged on the bluestone, motionless, blended into the night rain of heaven and earth, without brilliance, let alone divine power, the raindrops fell on his body, but did not wet his clothes.
This is definitely a master, Ye Fan was shocked, he felt that he might have met a saint!
He originally thought that there was only one old lunatic who became a saint in this world, but he never thought that Zhongzhou also had one.
"Senior..."
He walked into the heavy rain and called softly, very pious and respectful, but the old man remained motionless, his eyes closed like stones.
Ye Fan cautiously tried to sense, and found that the thin old Taoist was sitting on the bluestone, close at hand, but he couldn't sense his existence.
"No, it's not a spiritual imprint, but it doesn't have a body either..." He was startled, because at this moment Yuan Tian's eyes opened, and it was a phantom.
Suddenly, the old man stood up and walked straight to this side. He was shocked, but he didn't make any move. If a saint wants to make a move, all the masters in the world except the old madman can't stop him.
"brush!"
The old Taoist went straight to the Taoist temple, touched him, spread out like air, rushed past, and then slowly disappeared.
"It's not a real person, he's still... dead." Ye Fan was in a daze.
Then, he carefully inspected the low mountain in the heavy rain, and found many magnetic rocks, which were an iron mine.
"Yes, I see..."
He thought of the reports he saw on the other side of the starry sky, figures appeared in ancient tombs, ancient soldiers fought in the Grand Canyon, everything seemed real.
In fact, all these pictures are just reappearances of the past, such as magnetic rock masses in nature, etc., and these "past events" can be played back under certain conditions.
Ye Fan was extremely regretful that he missed an ancient sage. He was only two years late, and he could not see him. This person's Taoism has reached an incredible level.
Refining Heavenly Tribulation into Pills, this method is not even recorded in ancient books, one can imagine how tyrannical he has become, that is the Heavenly Tribulation intertwined with the ancient heaven, the degree of horror is unimaginable!
"A sage sits here silently. No one knows about it, and none of the five regions know about it. Except for the old lunatic, there is another sage in Zhongzhou..."
Ye Fan sighed, maybe this is the real master, he doesn't have the so-called dominance of the world, with such unrivaled cultivation, no one knows it, sitting in the mountains.
"This is the realm of a saint!"
In comparison, other monks are far behind. Such people have long looked down on the world of mortals and have nothing to worry about, only a heart of seeking immortality.
After Ye Fan realized that it was a phantom, he paid more attention to it. If he stayed here for a long time, it would definitely be a great opportunity if he could see the various practices of the old Taoist.
Time flies, and two months later, Ye Fan is meditating, silently enlightening the Tao, refining the dragon marrow, a breakthrough is imminent, and it may trigger a catastrophe in the near future.
However, in the past few days, he has found it difficult to calm down, because he saw a few more pictures and got an astonishing piece of information.
When the old Taoist was talking to himself, he mentioned the Nine Secrets. He came from an ancient family and had one secret!
Of course, just a few words are not enough to prove that Ye Fan connected them together through various clues, which are the result of his speculation and may not be true.
But even so, there were still turmoil in his heart. The Ninth Secret has almost broken the lineage, and there are only three or four in the world. Now, he accidentally got a clue to the First Secret in Zhongzhou, which is of great importance.
"The Cai family, there is no such an ancient family in Zhongzhou..." Ye Fan said to himself. Before coming to Zhongzhou, he had carefully studied the situation of the major forces, and there was no Cai family.
"Could it be a hermit family?"
"Or, the Cai family that was extremely prosperous ten thousand years ago, but suddenly declined and died?"
In the past few days, there were thunder clouds in the sky from time to time, and Ye Fan felt that he might take that step.
That night, when the moon was bright and the stars were sparse, he saw the figure of the old Taoist again, only five or six times before and after, and he paid special attention to it.
"It would be great if I could hear him recite a passage, or recite one of the nine secrets."
Ye Fan prayed, but he knew that it was almost impossible. After the old Taoist passed away, he didn't say a word, which is enough to see his mentality, which is too detached.
"There is nothing in the world that doesn't change. Gains and losses will never prolong life. It is suitable for drinking in the living room at home. Looking back, it has been 8,000 years..."
This time, the old Taoist felt a sense of loss, unlike before, he detoured for three weeks, then raised his eyes to the west, and finally came to the back of the Taoist temple.
"His tone... why is it like this, how does it look like he is about to die?"
Ye Fan was shocked. This old Taoist lived at least 8,000 years old and left home for 8,000 years. This is a bit scary!
He must be a saint, and there will be no mistakes, otherwise it would be impossible to have such a longevity, and he would be the pinnacle of existence.
The old Taoist found an open space behind the small Taoist temple, dug a pit, calm and natural, walked in step by step, and buried himself there.
This coincides with the original loess tomb, and it is the same place.
"Come without trace, go without trace, go and come together. Why bother to ask about floating life, only floating life is in a dream..." These are the last few words of the old Taoist, and then disappeared into the world.
"This... is the ancient sage!" Ye Fan could only sigh these words.