Jiang Nan'an asked, "Who is the patriarch?"
The Golden Retriever mechanical dog paused for two seconds.
Then it answers:
[〖Grandfather]is a true immortal. He will teach you how to transform essence, transform essence into Qi, transform spirit into spirit, transform spirit into emptiness, and return emptiness to the Tao, so as to reach the realm of real people.]
"Ah."
Hearing this, Beiquan let out a low laugh.
Even the "one" in the secret realm of Zhuling had never called himself so much. He wanted to see who had the courage to say the words "True Immortal Lord".
"Oh?"
Jiang Nan'an couldn't help but ask:
"Then can I ask Xianjun Zun's name?"
The golden retriever tilted its head, [Please repeat your question in another way.]
Jiang Nan'an thought about it and changed to a simpler expression:
"I'm asking, what's the name of the patriarch?"
This time, the golden retriever understood, [the patriarch's name is [Tianyuan]].]
Beiquan smiled silently again.
Is Tianyuan real person in Tianyuan City
The road number is the same as the city name, but it is very easy to remember.
While speaking, the three of them followed the dog up a spiral escalator.
At the end of the escalator is an arched stone door.
There is no door at the gate, but when standing outside the door, Beiquan and the others can only see a vortex flowing slowly, but cannot see the scene inside the door.
The golden retriever led them through the mist.
Behind the stone gate is a large hall made of marble. The front end is narrow and the rear end is wide. The front and rear are about 30 meters. The wide side has a rounded arc, and it should be a standard fan shape when viewed from the top.
The entrance to the main hall is set in the center of the long side of the fan.
Beiquan, Wei Fuyuan, and Jiang Nan'an walked into the hall side by side, and at a glance, they saw a three-meter high platform at the end of the hall in front of them. On the high platform, there was a throne with an exaggerated design, and a person sat on the chair.
When Wei Fuyuan saw the throne on the high platform, he couldn't help but want to complain.
It is because the throne, whether in size or shape, is easily reminiscent of the famous "Iron Throne" in "A Song of Ice and Fire".
It's just that the original sword has been replaced by the edges and corners of marble carvings, which has faded away from the golden slashing spirit of iron, and has completely changed into another thick, deep and very pretentious style.
As for the "person" sitting on the throne, he was dressed in a set of delicate moon-white robes, the hem of which was dragged to the ground, the cuffs and front of the robe were all embroidered with coiled dragons, and his long snow-white hair had no variegation, and he had never worn a crown. , casually drape down, quite the style of Wei and Jin celebrities.
The person on the throne exudes a layer of faint white light, which makes it impossible for people to see his appearance at all. He can only judge from his tall figure and the style of his clothes that he should be an adult man.
At the bottom of the high platform, there are 64 futons in eight rows on the left and right, many of which are already seated.
Hearing the sound of the door opening, these people turned back and looked at Beiquan and the others.
Different from the ancient style of the man on the throne, who was dressed in a wide robe and long sleeves, these people sitting on the futon were all dressed in ordinary casual clothes. Most of the men wore T-shirts and shirts, the girls wore refreshing summer clothes, and the two simply wore pajamas and pajamas.
When the door opened, the man on the throne leaned forward and said at the same time:
"welcome."
The tone of the other party's speech was slow, low, and heavy, with a slightly hoarse ending. It sounded like an old man in his sixties or seventies, which completely conformed to most people's stereotypes of "high-level people".
The old man's tone of voice was so mellow that it was easy to overlook the slightly unnatural pause when he spoke.
But Beiquan noticed.
He didn't say anything, just raised the corners of his lips and smiled silently.
"My Tianyuan City has three more apprentices today, which is a blessing! Fortunately!"
The old man laughed in his deep voice, and pointed to the bottom of the high platform at the same time, "If that's the case, then sit down and listen to the old man's sermon."
Jiang Nan'an raised his eyebrows, glanced at Beiquan and Wei Fuyuan, and then turned to the old man sitting on the throne of the high platform: "We haven't decided whether to worship you or not!"
"Hahaha! Funny, funny!"
The real person Tian Yuan laughed loudly, "I have never met someone who doesn't want to worship me."
He pointed to the futon under the high platform again, "You might as well sit down first, listen to my sermon, and then decide whether to enter my mountain gate!"
After saying that, the old man motioned them to be free and continued the sermon just now.
Beiquan, Wei Fuyuan, and Jiang Nan'an looked at each other, found three futons that were vacant side by side, and sat down cross-legged.
They wanted to hear what this daoist who called himself "Tianyuan" could say.
"... All the ways of Taoism, showing all the true paths, embodying the appearance of this law, can be accepted and upheld, able to screen all predestined conditions, forever eradicated defilements, and external appearances do not enter... The body is clear and has no place to dwell, and the mind of color is quiet in a true sect. …”
"...The heart is where we store the primordial spirit, and the primordial spirits are all within the true path... Therefore, all of you rely on fasting to become a ferry bridge for cultivating the Tao and becoming an immortal, and it also shows the true path of cultivating..."
On the throne, the real person of Tianyuan talked endlessly, his voice was rich and strong, cadenced, and his words were in harmony with the rhythm, just like reciting a long poem of ten thousand characters.
It's a pity that no matter how immortal the old man's voice is when he speaks the scriptures, the content is still scornful and condescending.
Ordinary people have no foundation in Taoism. If they just listen with their ears, they may not even understand the words they are talking about, let alone understand the deep meaning of them.
So, rather than preaching, it's more hypnosis—the kind that makes one sit and fall asleep just by listening to it.
Wei Fuyuan felt bored after only listening to a few words. If Beiquan and Jiang Nan'an were still sitting upright beside him, he would have just put his forehead on his hands and closed his eyes and dozed off.
The voice of the real person Tianyuan still echoed in the empty hall, with its own three-dimensional surround resonance effect.
However, the strange thing is that Wei Fuyuan was fascinated by it unconsciously.
It was obviously still a deep and incomprehensible word choice, but the voice of the old man was transmitted to the brain through the ears, and every word seemed to hit the heart and the soul directly, resonating with some inexplicable emotion in the depths of the soul.
In the middle school textbook, there is a sentence "Zi Zai heard "Shao" in Qi, and I don't know the taste of meat in March.
At that time, classmate Xiaowei couldn't understand at all, how fascinating and beautiful Shaole could make people so addicted that they didn't even want to eat meat.
But at this moment, when Wei Fuyuan heard the old man's sermon, he was completely taken by it, and he just wanted to keep on, keep on, keep on listening, until the urge to grow old - as if nothing but the Tao of real people. Outside of the law, there is no foreign object that can arouse his interest...
…
Suddenly, Wei Fuyuan shuddered without warning.
He suddenly regained his senses and felt his right hand heat up.
Wei Fuyuan bowed his head reflexively, and found that there was a small spell in his right palm hanging by his side.
He looked at Beiquan who was sitting beside him in astonishment.
Beiquan smiled at him, raised his index finger, and quietly made a "silence" gesture.
With the tacit understanding with his lover, Wei Fuyuan understood Beiquan's meaning in a second.
Even if Comrade Xiaowei knew nothing about Taoism and mysticism, he had already realized that the preaching of this real Tianyuan was very problematic.
Wei Fuyuan glanced at Jiang Nan'an on the other side.
Jiang Nan'an sat upright on the futon, with a straight back, his hands on his knees, his chin slightly raised, facing the high platform, his eyes fixed on the old man on the throne who couldn't see his face clearly. His face was full of infatuation and intoxication, and he was obviously fascinated by it.
Comrade Xiao Jiang is obviously half a Buddhist, but at this time he is immersed in Taoist classics, as if he doesn't even know who he is.
Wei Fuyuan carefully probed to look at the others.
In front of him sat a young man and woman, the girl looked like a high school student, and the boy was about his age.
The two were also sitting upright, facing the high platform, motionless. If you only look at their backs, they are like two statues.
Wei Fuyuan wanted to turn his head, but felt Beiquan gently rubbing against his right hand.
He knew that this was Beiquan reminding himself not to attract the attention of the man on the high platform.
So Wei Fuyuan stopped moving, sat upright, and continued to listen to Taoist Tianyuan.
But this time, Wei Fuyuan never felt the fascination of the soul-sucking attraction from the other party's eloquent talk, he just felt very boring...
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Tuesday, August 31st, 6:35am.
Beiquan opened his eyes.
"Are you awake?"
Tian Jiaxian heard the movement, jumped off the chair and ran to him, "There is still a small piece of incense, I originally planned to wake you up in another twenty minutes."
Beiquan waved his hand, then got up and called Wei Fuyuan, who was sleeping beside him.
In the past few days, in order to facilitate everyone to enter Comrade Xiao Jiang's dream together, the three of them directly laid the floor in the living room.
And Tian Qi Doll and Zhu Mo Qi Ling, who don't need to sleep, are responsible for guarding by the side. If they still don't wake up by the stipulated time, they will try to wake them up.
"Little Wei."
Beiquan reached out and patted Wei Fuyuan's shoulder a few times, "Get up."
Wei Fuyuan's reaction was to frown tightly, seemingly very uncomfortable, but he didn't mean to wake up.
Beiquan cut his fingers and quickly drew a talisman on Wei Fuyuan's right palm.
Then he pinched his fingers and said in a loud voice:
"External evils are not disturbed, the mind is clear and calm; the three souls are returned to their positions, the spiritual platform is opened, and the urgency is like a decree!"
Wei Fuyuan suddenly opened his eyes.
Then he stumbled to his feet, barely threw himself against the wall, and vomited.
"Fuck!"
After vomiting, Wei Fuyuan leaned against the wall and stood up staggeringly.
When he woke up, his stomach was empty and he could only spit out bile, and now his mouth was full of sour and bitter tastes, which was terribly uncomfortable.
"I think... it's like riding a three-wheeled ten-ring roller coaster in one go."
He took the tissue from Beiquan's hand, wiped his mouth, and looked at Beiquan tearfully:
"Why is it so uncomfortable?"
The author has something to say: the next update will probably be at this point!