All I saw along the way was the dust dissolution.

As a result, the Taoist became more and more speechless, and he just moved forward silently.

It is said that the years are eroding, as if the long river is surging, and a wave falls, which is a complicated era. But until today, Liu Yuanzheng has truly seen the waves that have rippled on the surging river after the wave falls. The power of time is brewing in it, layer after layer of foam floats, and finally disappears in the rippling waves, restoring the clarity of the world, or another kind of turbidity.

In Liu Yuanzheng's eyes, this road seemed to be another world outside the Three Realms, a reflection of the world, a kind of flat and metaphysical universe.

Unpredictable or utterable.

As a result, the Taoist became more and more silent in this industry.

I have seen a grain of sand and a vast mountain of ashes. I have seen all the corpses on the road, and I have seen them all, with human figures, monsters, and corrupt souls.

But Taoists know that this is just the reflection of generations of creatures who have walked through the road in the past and the reflection of time and years. It can penetrate the external appearances and what remains inside is actually just a manifestation of Tao, Dharma and basic sources.

The ashes and dust along the way were handfuls of tomb soil. Not only were life buried, but also the pile of old papers that were once buried in ancient history. Only those external phenomena that have not yet completely disappeared by time still have a few words left.

When I looked closely, some were variations of ancient immortal scriptures, some were broken seals of the furnace nourishing hundreds of scriptures, and some were the afterglow of the power of the moon on the road of ancient demon gods...

Among the few words that are still in the text, some are neutral and peaceful, as heavy as a mountain abyss; some are antelope hanging on their horns, as light as flying geese.

Without time, Liu Yuanzheng often causes him to stop on the road, either take a closer look or think carefully.

Of course, most of the time, the Taoist sucked his hands and sighed after watching.

There is Taoism, no first in literature, no second in martial arts.

If you talk about the high combat power, you can break through the barriers of time and fight against each other, the ancient sages fight with them, and the victory or defeat are all in the present moment, and you can always find the ultimate in the battle power of the eternal ones.

But if we talk about the extraordinary talent and talent, and the ancient sages, each has its own opinions, and thousands of chapters of golden scripts have all the supreme mystery.

In a trance, the Taoist sometimes felt that he had returned to Jinzhang's courtyard, leaning against the green bamboo window lattice, looking through one supreme book after another.

The exquisiteness of that piece of speech is often even considered what the Taoist had never thought of in the past.

Sometimes, Liu Yuanzheng feels that he is looking at him in the mirror.

Through endless time and years, he resonated with some of the words and sentences from the bottom of his heart. On that strange road, he seemed to have crossed his spirit and stepped down together.

He almost started to say something, but when he looked carefully, there was no word on the roadside, and only a handful of ashes buried the dust.

For no reason, the Taoist was so sad that there was almost the urge to cry loudly above the seven emotions.

There is no time to be able to compare today. When the Taoist sees the great and extraordinary arguments of ancient and modern times, there is no time to compare today. When the Taoist understands that the road ahead is actually a path that will never last forever.

After a half-step, in the future, there will be a place for the burial god in this handful of ashes and dust.

So, during the long period of silence and silence, Liu Yuanzheng had to move forward silently.

...

On this quiet road, there is no light, no whirlwind, no vitality, and even the sound of the surging waves.

This road of going back to time and time is not the way it looks like.

This is even far away from the source of the Avenue.

Liu Yuanzheng didn't know how long he had been going back after he set out on the road.

But at some point, he suddenly felt a huge and familiar spiritual light coming towards him.

If we say that in this world, in addition to the Xuanmen Thunder Method and the Yuan Sect’s ancient sacrifice method, what Liu Yuanzheng is most familiar with is the paths of Zen after creating the Baiyang Xujun method.

He is the master of the new Taoist path of Zifu, and the master of the seventy-two ancient Zen Xuan Sect!

The method they stopped above the new path was given by Liu Yuanzheng!

The ancient Zen scriptures they completely abandoned were buried by Liu Yuanzheng himself!

At this moment, in this quiet place, the brilliant Buddhist rhyme came to my face, but what Liu Yuanzheng truly sensed was the true meaning of the Buddhist rhyme that belonged to the source of Zen Buddhism!

Thinking of what happened in the ancient history, he vaguely understood that the tomb that shone on the roadside was the one buried.

In the distant sky.

The tomb is hanging in the air.

Along the way, there is nothing more magnificent than this tomb. It is where the tomb is located.

Stopped in front of the hanging tomb, and at this moment, Liu Yuan was extremely small, as if the Taoist was a piece of gravel on the road.

But that magnificent one had already died.

Small as gravel, but still stepping on the road.

The moment he learned about the owner of this hanging tomb, Liu Yuanzheng had an impulse to explore.

No matter who it is, you will probably have such an impulse when facing the grave of the Buddha Lord in the reflection of time.

But when the Taoist stood in front of the tomb, he had completely extinguished this idea.

The tomb itself exudes the magnificent Buddhist rhyme.

As for what should have been buried in the tomb, it has long been empty.

Or in other words, some things have been left behind, but have long been erased by the Buddha of the Pure Land.

The Buddha once embarked on this road and witnessed his tomb in the years of chaos.

In front of the large tomb in the air, a grey stone tablet erected.

The complete tombstone is full of mottled traces under the erosion of time. At first glance, it looks like a stele without words.

But the Taoist tried to distinguish it, and vaguely saw traces of the ancient Xuanmen Immortal Seal from it.

"The ambition is as strong as snow,

The secret feeling is as cold as ice.

After the storm,

Sleepless to the green lamp.”

Liu Yuanzheng also had many speculations about the Pure Land Buddha Lord who once caused the disaster in the late Ancient Xuanmen period, such as his natural roots still remain in Mount Sumeru, and perhaps the leader of Lingshan, and even the Tathagata of the Great Sun may be the reincarnation of the Buddha Lord.

But at this moment, facing the empty hanging tomb, Liu Yuanzheng finally believed that the Buddha was really dead and nothing was left in the world.

After breathing out a long breath of turbid air, Liu Yuan turned around and continued to walk towards the end of the road.

...

Time has its origin.

There is an end to the opposite path.

The eternal frost and snow are like dust.

Finally, Liu Yuan was stepping on the last few steps and standing at the end of time and time.

When I looked up, there were only two old men drinking together in the hanging place.

As if he could hear the movement, the Lord of the Nascent Soul looked back with drunken eyes, and saw Liu Yuanzheng, and then smiled silently again.

"I have arrived just now, why are you here? After sitting down, drink a drink, he is already drunk..."

While he was talking, Liu Yuan turned his head and looked.

It seemed like a lonely shadow reflected in the darkness and silence.

The gods visualize the real condensation of the Taoist master's spiritual form. At this time, he held a stone bowl and half lowered his head, and his gray hair fell like a curtain.

From beginning to end, I saw the old Taoist's shoulders trembling and a slight sob.

"The ambitions are as clear as snow, and the secret thoughts are as cold as ice. After the wind and rain in the air, I can't sleep with the green lamp."
Chapter completed!